Elara charged forward, her sword held high as the storm of darkness raged around her. The Voidspawn, twisted and nightmarish, swarmed at the Voidlord's command, their shrieks a cacophony of chaos. But Elara's mind was focused on a single point—the towering figure of the Voidlord itself. She had faced many foes in her time, but never had the stakes been so high.
Behind her, Arian and Morgana kept pace, their faces etched with determination. Arian's twin blades gleamed as he cut down any creature that got too close, his movements fluid and precise. Morgana, her magic glowing with an intense light, sent waves of arcane energy crashing into the advancing darkness, her spells keeping the swarms at bay.
