The battlefield was shrouded in a heavy silence, broken only by labored breaths and the careful steps of warriors holding their positions around Elysiel and Seraphis. Tenebris, still consumed by hatred and a thirst for destruction, watched with eyes full of emptiness. He seemed to study each movement of the allies, his gaze hungry for weaknesses and vulnerabilities.
Seraphis and Elysiel stood side by side, fingers intertwined, feeling the mounting power of the twins in her womb. The energy emanating from their children was growing stronger, as if they, too, were responding to the call of battle, eager to protect their parents and the world they were about to enter.
— They're fighting with us, Seraphis, — Elysiel whispered, her voice thick with a mix of pride and apprehension. — But this… this is draining our strength.
Seraphis nodded, feeling the weight of responsibility upon them.
