The battlefield lay in shambles now. It littered with the remnants of power clashes — charred earth, shattered bones of ancient Dragons, and pools of scorched water.
Erend and Eccar remained crumpled amidst the destruction, their bodies weighed down by the lingering effects of the shadowy tendrils that had ensnared them.
Erend's chest heaved as he struggled to rise but his limbs felt so heavy and drained of the vigor he had relied on for so long. The realization hit him, they were not strong enough.
This wasn't just brute strength or overwhelming Magic. The six avatars had wielded something far deeper, something insidious.
Eccar slammed his fist weakly against the ground, growling in frustration.
"Damn it! What… what is this?"
Erend's jaw clenched, his teeth grinding together. His scales feels weaker now, their glow fading.
"We weren't ready for this. They've been holding back until now."
