The wind whipped through the clearing around the Yggdrasil, carrying with it the scent of burning earth and decay. The air was thick with the chaotic energy of the Elemental Kings, and the glowing cracks in the Yggdrasil pulsed ominously, a reminder of how close they were to disaster. Blakely, Maven, and Iris stood together at the base of the great tree, their bodies tense, hearts pounding as the final showdown loomed before them.
Miasma, the Elemental King of Corruption, was barreling toward them, his dark, swirling form consuming everything in his path. The power radiating from him made the very ground rot beneath his feet. His approach was relentless, his hunger to corrupt the Yggdrasil and unleash the Primal Chaos growing stronger with every passing second.
