Silverwood Realm, Staghelm City.
Colorful energy roiled and expanded across the sky, a chaotic aurora, as if the gods themselves were putting on a firework show for some cosmic celebration.
"You damned traitor! DIE!"
Edward's thunderous voice echoed across the heavens, shaking the entire battlefield.
Beside the Moonwell in the heart of Staghelm City, Isilra and Moonwell Demigod, who had been deep in meditation, snapped their heads up. Their eyes were wide as they stared at a sky that looked ready to shatter. The faint, oppressive auras of eight demigods bled through the chaos, turning the heavens above their home into a vision of the apocalypse.
"Mother, they're here!" Isilra's voice was a mixture of raw excitement and profound relief.
The arrival of the Champions Alliance meant the immediate crisis was over. With the enemy's demigods occupied, Isilra was confident they could hold the walls against any number of archlords the Cult threw at them.
"Mother, we should—"
