The battlefield was engulfed in suffocating silence, broken only by the distant sound of shadows still writhing around Seraphis. The invisible chains linking Elysiel to him pulsed with restless energy, reflecting the turmoil boiling within her. The dark power Seraphis offered still beckoned, whispering promises of greatness, immortality, and dominion over all. But something within Elysiel resisted.
As she gazed at the ruins of Elandor in the distance, a wave of doubt began to swell within her. Who had she been before all this? Before Seraphis, before the shadows, before the power? Her mind was torn between the light that once defined her and the darkness now threatening to consume her entirely.
