High above the Elf Palace, the sky that once consumed by the ominous swirling vortex began to change. The dark clouds that had blotted out the sun for so long seemed to hesitate in their relentless churning. The once deafening roar of the vortex softened, the storm's rage slowly beginning to abate.
The Elves who had been watching in helpless despair, now stared up in awe and confusion. The impossible seemed to be happening—the vortex was slowing down.
Aurdis stood by the grand window, her heart hammering in her chest as she watched the scene. Her sapphire eyes were filled with fear, hope, and an overwhelming sense of dread. Her hands, trembling slightly, were clasped tightly in front of her chest as if in prayer.
She knew what was happening above. She knew that somewhere within that dark maelstrom Erend and Eccar were fighting with everything they had, pushing back against the very force of destruction itself.
