The battlefield around the obsidian gates erupted into chaos as the convergence ritual approached its peak. Shadow-forged creatures prowled through the cracked earth, their glowing eyes fixed on the combatants. Above, the sky churned with storm clouds streaked with violet light, as if the heavens themselves recoiled at the dark energy radiating from the gates.
At the heart of it all, Kaelron hung suspended in a cocoon of shadow energy, his body trembling under the crushing weight of the Maw's presence. The tendrils coiled tighter around him with every passing moment, pulling him closer to the ritual's epicenter.
