The battlefield laid silent and somber, as if awaiting the imminent eruption of a storm. Kaelyra's face was marked by time and pain, her body vibrating with the energy accumulated over millennia, a power that seemed to overflow with contained fury. For Kaelyra, this would be her last act, the culmination of a vengeance fed by hatred and the memory of Lareon. That night, her soul was resolute: if Seraphis and Elysiel were not destroyed, she would not return.
She began channeling an ancient, forbidden spell, whispering words in a forgotten language, invoking forces that even the underworld feared. The surrounding trees began to flicker with a dense energy, they seemed to absorb the darkness like a sponge, becoming increasingly oppressive and suffocating.