The battlefield was suspended in a strange calm, the air thick with lingering magic and the echoes of spells cast moments before. Elara and Alistair, Elysiel's parents, stood like giants in the midst of the chaos. Their powerful auras enveloped the area, bringing with them a weight of authority and the sense that the precarious balance was about to be restored—or completely destroyed.
Their presence not only paralyzed the warriors and the elders but also affected the very nature around them. The trees, previously twisted and shriveled by the darkness that Seraphis and the demons spread, now straightened and bloomed under the light that Elara and Alistair carried with them. The winds, which had whispered like ghosts across the field, calmed, and the sound of weapons being slowly lowered echoed through the uneasy silence.
