The battlefield around the obsidian gates was consumed by chaos, the sky a swirling storm of violet and black. Tendrils of energy lashed out from the shadow cocoon encasing Kaelron, scorching the ground and sending waves of pressure across the field. Shadow-forged creatures prowled relentlessly, their growls echoing amid the clash of blades and spells as Nyx's group fought desperately to reach their friend.
At the cocoon's center, Kaelron hung suspended, his mind a tempest of despair and resistance. The Maw's presence loomed over him—not as a voice, but as an incomprehensible force pressing against his soul. Its terrifying vastness gnawed at his thoughts, eroding his will with every passing moment.
