The night sky stretched vast and endless above the island, a tapestry of twinkling stars pierced by the faint glow of the distant ocean. Alaric and I hovered high above the ground, our bodies suspended in the cool night air, locked in a silent standoff. My black coat, its purple seams glinting in the starlight, billowed around me, my dark aura pulsing steadily like a storm waiting to break. Alaric's red aura burned across from me, his alien-like features—sharp cheekbones, faintly glowing skin—etched with a cold, murderous glare, his red eyes boring into mine with unyielding intensity.
