The Temporal Crucible trembled—not with the thunderous clash of battle nor the raw force of unleashed power, but with something deeper, more fundamental. The laws of this realm, once absolute and unyielding, now wavered like reflections on disturbed water, their edges blurring as the foundation of eternity itself quaked.
At the heart of this upheaval stood Ethan, his golden light wrapping around the towering form of Azraeth, the Eternal Sovereign. A radiant thread of power wove through the chaos, unraveling bonds that had never been meant to break.
On the battlefield's distant edge, Mia, Nefera, Orion, and Selene stood frozen, watching, held in place not by force, but by awe. Ethan's power had cocooned them in a shimmering veil of energy, shielding them from the distorting remnants of time that cracked and spiraled through the collapsing Crucible. The air buzzed faintly, thick with the scent of ozone and fading echoes of past realities.
