Ventus loomed over the battlefield, his form a massive, dark figure swirling with storms and shadows. His green eyes blazed with fury as he regarded the gathered forces of the elemental kingdoms, his voice a thunderous growl that seemed to shake the very ground beneath them.
"You think your unity can withstand the force of the storm?" Ventus sneered, his voice carrying over the field like a rumble of thunder. "I am the chaos that binds, the shadow that devours. You cannot hope to defeat me."
Lumi tightened her grip on Glaciel, her gaze steady as she felt the Frostfire within her pulse in response to Ventus's overwhelming presence. She could feel the fear among their ranks, the ancient god's power intimidating even the strongest warriors. But she knew that they had come too far, sacrificed too much, to falter now.
