In the midst of the chaos, Ignatius understood the dire situation facing Saraphim. He recognized the gravity of her poison-inflicted wounds and the urgent need for a solution. "I know it's not easy to cultivate," he began, addressing his fellow stage two students. "Saraphim is poisoned, and she needs a little bit of each of our cultivation to survive."
With a sense of purpose, he raised his hand towards her, and in unison, they all followed suit. A magical light, a representation of the essence of their creatures, emitted into Saraphim's body. The combined energies worked their magic, healing her wounds at a gradual pace, a testament to their unity and strength.
"This is very serious," Elara remarked, her eyes fixed on the unfolding events.
"I fear there might be a revolution at any time," Riven added, sensing the mounting tension.
"Revolution? While I am alive?" Elara Mystique laughed heartily, dismissing the notion, her confidence radiating.
Meanwhile, Aurelian found himself trapped in the ominous Valley of Death, the chain of deaths relentlessly sapping his power. He struggled tirelessly, attempting to break free from its clutches. Suddenly, Riven materialized from the shadows, offering a glimpse of hope. "What do you want... you deceivers?" Aurelian demanded, his voice laced with frustration and suspicion.
"I am not a deceiver... I am a friend. I did what I did to save you, because if Elara intervened, you might not have survived," Riven explained, attempting to quell Aurelian's anger.
"Fear Elara, and curse you," Aurelian retorted, overwhelmed by pain.
"I am here to help," Riven persisted.
"Go, I don't need your help," Aurelian snapped, struggling to endure the agony.
"The chain of deaths is a powerful construct made of dangerous poison and strong spells," Riven divulged, attempting to explain the severity of the situation.
"I don't care about your tales. Curse you," Aurelian exclaimed, the poison taking its toll, his eyes glowing with a dangerous green hue.
"No one has ever survived or broken free from the chain, but I can destroy it with a stolen spell... just to help you," Riven implored, offering a glimmer of hope.
Frustration coursed through Aurelian; his anger boiled over as he shouted in anguish, "Leave!" His body pulsated like a bright light, his eyes ablaze with a perilous green intensity. The chain shattered into fragments, a testament to his inner strength, but Aurelian collapsed, the ordeal leaving him weakened and defeated.