Arin stood alone in the middle of the battlefield's destruction.
To her left, Iris was frozen, her body encased in a crystalline prison of ice. To her right, Silver was equally immobile, trapped in a glacial cocoon. In front of her, Nyx stood completely frozen, her feral rage extinguished.
Scattered among the rubble were Bastian, Seraphis, Kiora, and Aelric, all unconscious and battered from the relentless onslaught.
A sudden blast echoed across the battlefield. Arin turned just in time to see Lira collapse to the ground, her body convulsing briefly as sparks of electricity danced over her.
The air felt heavy, and Arin trembled as she looked down, gripping her arms to steady herself. A chilling sensation crept up her spine.
She felt it before she saw him.
Right behind her, Eratz stood. His crimson eyes glowed faintly, and his presence loomed like a shadow of inevitability.
