The battlefield was immersed in chaos. Kaelyra's presence, now at the height of her destruction, sent waves of darkness threatening to consume everything around her. The combined forces of Elysiel, Seraphis, Aeleanor, Thaliel, Arabella, and now Draven fought with everything they had, yet the sorceress seemed willing to sacrifice everything—even herself—to ensure that none of them would leave alive.
Draven took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the battle, but at Seraphis's side, he felt a strength he hadn't experienced in a long time. There was a sense of belonging, a deep connection between them, reminiscent of the times they had fought side by side in the underworld, maintaining order and repelling rebels who threatened peace. The anger and distrust had been replaced by an unshakeable resolve, and he knew that if he had any chance of redemption, it was here and now, fighting alongside Seraphis.
