The earth trembled beneath Kael's boots as the Wraithlord emerged fully from the shadows, towering over the battlefield like a vengeful specter. His form seemed to ripple with an ethereal darkness, his eyes glowing with an eerie red hue that cut through the night. It was as if the very fabric of reality bent around him, warping the air in unnatural ways.
Kael gripped his sword tighter, every instinct in his body telling him to fight, to strike first before the Wraithlord could unleash his full power. But even as he prepared for the inevitable clash, a deep sense of dread settled in his chest. This was no ordinary foe. The Wraithlord was an abomination, born from darkness itself, his power amplified by ancient forces that defied comprehension.
"Kael, stay focused!" Morgana's voice cut through the haze of fear, sharp and commanding. She was already at his side, her sword drawn, her face set in grim determination.
