The rays of daylight poured over the environment, filling the broken battlefield with warmth that hadn't been seen for what felt like forever.
The once darkened land now glowed faintly under the sunlight, pushing away the heavy presence of corruption that used to hang over everything.
Verkaryon flapped his wings frantically, his breath uneasy, both of his dark spears now back in his grip, trembling slightly in his claws.
His face was twisted in disbelief.
What he saw below him—it didn't make sense.
Jinn stood firm, his body wrapped not by crimson eidra anymore, but something far greater.
It was the eidra of Muradryn.
A powerful white energy that shimmered like it was alive, flowing around him like waves, humming with strength that felt older than the sky itself.
The corrupted eidra that surrounded Verkaryon stirred the moment it sensed it, reacting with unease.
It was almost like it was scared.
