The Battlefield Trembles
The Rift churned.
The sky, fractured beyond recognition, pulsed with violet streaks of lightning, each bolt striking the shattered ground with deafening force. The battlefield was no longer a place of war—it was a collapsing world, twisted and broken by Kael's desperate grip on reality.
Ethan stood at its center, his golden aura burning like a second sun, his presence defying the chaos around him. The Rift's corruption recoiled, its tendrils slithering back, unable to touch him.
Kael, a being who had once claimed dominion over fate itself, stood across from him, breathing heavily, his fingers twitching around the hilt of his sword. His golden-ringed eyes, once steady, now flickered with something Ethan had never seen in him before.
Doubt.
The battlefield groaned under their weight. The world itself awaited the clash that would decide its fate.
Ethan exhaled slowly, his voice cutting through the charged silence.
"Kael. This ends now."
