The obsidian gates trembled violently as the convergence ritual approached its cataclysmic peak. The ground beneath Kaelron's feet splintered, and shadow energy coiled erratically in the air, clashing with bursts of radiant light. The battlefield was a storm of chaos—shadow-forged creatures, Solen's warriors, and cultists fought relentlessly while Nyx stood at Kaelron's side, her daggers ready, her determination unwavering.
"Kaelron, stay with me!" Nyx said sharply, gripping his arm to steady him.
Kaelron's glowing eyes flickered as he struggled to maintain control. The relic and crown fragments pulsed erratically at his side, their resonance increasing with the unstable energy emanating from the gates. "I... I'm trying," he managed, his voice strained, his body trembling under the weight of the residual shadow energy from the ritual.
