The cavern continued to pulsate with magical energy, and the formation's compression intensified. The air became heavy, making it difficult for everyone to move. Avargan, despite his initial shock, was now consumed by a rage that seemed to fuel the very ritual he had set in motion.
"Your betrayal will not go unpunished, Elyndor!" Avargan roared, his voice echoing through the cavern.
Elyndor, still floating in the center of the formation, remained unfazed. "Your arrogance and cruelty were bound to catch up with you, Father. Now, the angels will witness the consequences of your actions."
Reign and the others, caught in the middle of this family drama turned cosmic crisis, could only watch as the grand array pulsated with an otherworldly glow. The symbols on the cavern walls seemed to come alive, weaving an intricate dance of fate that transcended mortal understanding.
