The explosion of power was felt throughout the realm of Elandor, a wave of dark magic so dense it seemed to resonate in every leaf, every stone. Kaelyra was in her most destructive form, her shadows pulsating like a living storm around Elysiel and Seraphis, suffocating them and cloaking the battlefield in an aura of pure despair. Her eyes were abysses of hatred, her expression twisted by a mix of pain and vengeance.
Elysiel felt the pressure intensify, as though the darkness were trying to infiltrate her very essence. She and Seraphis focused all their strength on blocking Kaelyra's attack, but her energy seemed limitless. Suddenly, Kaelyra raised her hands, summoning something from the depths of the underworld.
