The battlefield was soaked in blood, the air thick with the stench of death. Dark Crow stood tall, his long white hair flowing behind him like a dark halo as he gazed upon the fallen priests of Solaria Sanctum. His red eyes gleamed with cruel satisfaction, his body pulsing with power as he absorbed the blood of those he had slain. He had grown stronger, more powerful than ever.
But then, the sky above darkened, and two figures emerged from the crumbling remains of the sanctum. Two old men, frail in appearance but brimming with immense power, stepped forward. Their presence alone caused the ground to tremble beneath their feet.
