The air was thick with tension, the land itself groaning beneath the weight of the impending storm. The Whispering Vale, once a sanctuary of ancient magic, now stood as a battleground for a clash that would determine the future of their world.
Thorne stood on one side, his red eyes glowing like embers, his cloak billowing around him as he surveyed his foe. Kaelen stood on the opposite end, calm yet brimming with an intensity that matched the fury swirling around them. The space between them was charged with an energy so potent that it crackled in the air, threatening to tear apart everything in its path.
"You should have stayed in the shadows, Kaelen," Thorne sneered, his voice low and filled with venom. "But you're here now, and you'll pay the price."
Kaelen's eyes flickered with determination. "You've made your choice, Thorne. And now, you'll face the consequences."
