The battlefield stilled as the rift unleashed a brilliant flash of energy, forcing combatants on all sides to shield their eyes. When the light receded, a figure stood at the center of the chaos, its presence so overwhelming that even the dragons paused their assault.
The Arbiter had arrived.
It was a towering entity, its body a paradox of form and void, flickering between radiant light and impenetrable shadow. Its face was featureless, save for a single, shifting eye in its center that seemed to peer into the souls of all who beheld it. Horns of translucent crystal extended from its head, while its massive wings, one glowing and one blackened, pulsed with energies that bent the very air around them.
For a moment, silence fell, broken only by the ominous hum of the rift and the Arbiter's presence pressing against the minds of everyone present.
