The world felt like it was splitting apart.
As Khael raised his blade against Selene, his heart heavy with sorrow, the storm of their powers raged around them. But just as the battlefield was about to consume them both, a familiar voice sliced through the tension.
"Khael!!!"
Ceyla stood a distance away, her form surrounded by an aura of dark energy. Her gaze was sharp, focused, but behind her eyes, there was a deep-seated worry. She wanted to help him, but the Voidborns were blocking her path. Her frustration was palpable as her fingers twitched, ready to unleash her Storm Affinity, but she couldn't get past the waves of corrupted creatures standing between them.
"Out of my way!!" Ceyla growled, her voice low and dangerous. She summoned a fierce gust of wind, cutting through the Voidborn ranks like a blade through silk. As the first wave of Voidborn scattered, the air around her began to twist, swirling in chaotic vortices.
