The battlefield surrounding the obsidian gates was an unrelenting storm of chaos. Shadow-forged creatures surged through the cracked earth, their jagged forms illuminated by the violet energy spilling from the growing rift. The rift pulsed violently, distorting the air and bending the ground beneath its terrifying presence. A soundless scream echoed through the hearts of all present—not a voice, but the sheer weight of an unfathomable, maddening force clawing at their minds.
Kaelron stood at the heart of it all, his form barely recognizable. Freed from the shadow cocoon, he was still bound by the Maw's lingering essence. Tendrils of shadow energy coiled around him, their presence a sickening reminder of the dark power clawing at his soul. His glowing eyes flickered with desperation as the forces around him fought to determine his fate.
