The battlefield was a maelstrom of chaos and destruction. The obsidian gates pulsed with a sinister, otherworldly light, casting long, writhing shadows across the fractured terrain. Shadow-forged creatures surged forward, their glowing eyes fixed on their enemies. At the heart of it all, Veyrith stood triumphant, his arms outstretched in victory.
"The Maw awakens!" he cried, his voice resonating with dark fervor. "Through Kaelron, the world shall be reforged!"
Kaelron stood at the epicenter of the ritual, ensnared in tendrils of shadow energy that writhed like living chains. His body trembled, his head hanging low as the relic and crown fragments pulsed violently, their energy coursing through him in unbearable waves.
