The crypt trembled, its ceiling splitting as the voice of the One Beyond echoed, "All will bow." Camelia's seal wavered, her light fading, her body weak from the strain as she clung to Atherion's aura.
The ash-cloaked figure tightened its grip on the shard, its silver and gray energy tearing at the fragile barrier, while the gray-cloaked figure stepped forward, its glowing eyes locked onto her. Morgath, bloodied but grinning, lay pinned beneath Sylvara, her laughter sharp and filled with zeal.
"The One Beyond sees you," she hissed, her voice rough but triumphant.
At the crypt's edge, Seraphiel stood in silence, his golden light clashing with the portal's silver glow. "You fight in vain," he said, his tone calm but sharp. "The cycle cannot be broken."
Camelia's heartbeat pounded, his sudden presence unnerving. Was he here to help them, or to ensure the shards were released?
