The battlefield was a vortex of chaos,
where light and shadow clashed in a
relentless struggle. The obsidian gates
loomed at the center, their towering
spires vibrating as the convergence ritual
accelerated. The air crackled with
tension, thick with the screams of
combatants and the unearthly growls of
shadow-forged beasts.
Kaelron hung suspended in the cocoon
of shadow energy, his body limp yet
trembling. Tendrils of the Maw's
unfathomable presence coiled tighter
around him, seeping into his mind like icy
whispers of despair. The relic and crown
fragments at his side pulsed erratically,
their energy rippling outward, distorting
the air and igniting the battlefield's
chaos.
"Umbra, to the left!" Nyx shouted, her
daggers flashing as she tore through a
cultist's guard. The panther obeyed
instantly, leaping onto a shadow-forged
