The battlefield surrounding the obsidian gates was a vortex of chaos. The rift at the center pulsed erratically, its violet energy crackling and distorting the air. Tendrils of shadow spiraled outward, pulling creatures and combatants alike into its consuming void. The oppressive silence of its presence was deafening, crushing the resolve of even the most hardened warriors.
Kaelron stood at the heart of the storm, his hands trembling as he struggled to maintain control. Merging with Ignis, he felt a surge of strength that pushed back the encroaching shadows, but it came at a cost. The lingering essence of the Maw clawed at his mind, whispering promises of power and inevitable ruin.
Nyx stood beside him, her daggers drawn as she fought off the cultists and shadow-forged creatures that surged toward them. "Kael, whatever you're doing, make it quick!" she shouted, slashing through a shadow-bound beast. "This whole place is falling apart!"
