The battlefield was deathly silent, save for the sound of the winds whipping through the ruins of the once-mighty fortress. The figure in the distance strode forward, each step accompanied by a blinding light that seemed to cleanse the very air. The oppressive darkness that Klaus had summoned moments before recoiled in fear, curling away from the brilliant aura.
Klaus stood frozen, his monstrous form locked in place as if the light had sapped his will. His usually unshakable confidence faltered, and for the first time since the battle began, his eyes were wide with terror.
"No," he muttered, his voice trembling with disbelief. "This isn't possible. You're… supposed to be dead."
Selene, struggling to stay upright after the brutal battle, turned her head weakly toward the approaching figure. Her breath caught in her throat. She hadn't expected this. She hadn't expected… him.
