The shadows swirled violently around Seraphis, like a raging storm threatening to destroy everything. The eclipse hovered in the sky, with the light slowly being devoured by darkness. Kaelyra stood still, her lips moving in a continuous murmur as her spells dug deeper into Seraphis's mind, intensifying the internal battle he waged against his own dark nature.
Inside him, Seraphis felt the walls he had built to keep the darkness at bay begin to crumble. The pressure of the shadows was almost unbearable, and the whispering voices Kaelyra had invoked in his mind repeated what he had feared for so long: that he was, and always would be, a creature of destruction. The light of Elysiel, which usually anchored him, now seemed distant, unable to pierce the layers of darkness surrounding him.
