Lucavion felt the pull of the vortex tearing at him, a force so immense that it seemed to distort the very fabric of reality around him. The cold, oppressive energy of the churning abyss seeped into his body, dragging him downward into its chaotic depths. His mind was sharp, but his body felt like it was moving through molasses, the overwhelming pull robbing him of the effortless agility he was accustomed to.
For a moment, his thoughts rewound, replaying the scene that had brought him to this point.
He had been facing the Kraken's thrashing appendages, his blade cutting through the chaos with surgical precision, when he felt it—a sharp, inexplicable tingle in his senses. Turning his head sharply, he saw her. Elara.
She was barely holding herself upright, her frost-coated platform shattering beneath her feet as the vortex began to consume everything around it. Her drained body swayed dangerously close to the edge, her hands scrambling weakly for purchase.
