Elysiel was surrounded. The council elders, their eyes burning with determination, were on the verge of casting the final spell. The circle of light they had formed around her was relentless, tightening with every passing moment, and her own magic of light was weakened from the constant struggle to keep Seraphis under control.
— Now! — shouted Lirian, the leader of the council, raising his hands toward the sky. A wave of purifying magic surged from his palms, ready to strike Elysiel with full force. — End this! Break the bond and save Elandor!
Elysiel felt the weight of the magic coming toward her, overwhelming and inevitable. She tried to defend herself, but she was too exhausted. The purification spell was powerful, designed to disintegrate darkness and any trace of corruption, but she knew that without Seraphis, that magic would destroy her too.
