The sky above Aranthor twisted into an unnatural hue, as though the very fabric of reality was being undone. Elara's heart pounded in her chest as the dark energy swirling from the ley line node expanded outward, crackling with malevolent force. The whispers, now louder and more insistent, clawed at her mind, urging her to release the relic's full power. But she knew that if she gave in, the city—perhaps even the world—would be lost.
Thorne's voice broke through the chaos. "Elara! You need to stop it before it consumes everything!"
Elara barely heard him over the roaring sound of the energy expanding. The relic in her hands pulsed violently, a dangerous rhythm, as though it were alive—alive and hungry. She could feel its pull, a deep-seated desire to break free, to tear down the barriers of the world and unleash the chaos that lurked beneath.
