The battle seemed to slow, both warriors locked in a deadly dance, their movements becoming more instinctive than calculated. As the Vault trembled around them, a deep voice echoed in the air, a voice that seemed to reverberate from the depths of time.
"Enough."
The voice cut through the chaos like a blade, halting both Kael and Sol in their tracks. The light in the vault flickered, and the Heart of Dawn pulsed one last time before a figure emerged from the shadows.
It was a woman, tall and regal, with eyes that seemed to hold the weight of millennia. Her appearance was like that of a ghost, a lingering presence that seemed both familiar and alien.
"Who are you?" Kael demanded, stepping back, his energy still crackling in the air.
The woman did not answer immediately. Instead, she looked at Sol with a deep, knowing gaze. "You've come far, Sol. But the path you walk is one of destruction. I warned you."
Sol's expression twisted into something dark. "I have no choice. The Architect's plan must be completed."
The woman sighed, her eyes shifting to Kael. "And you… you are the one who will change everything. The Heart of Dawn has chosen you, not because of your strength, but because of your heart."
Kael's heart pounded in his chest as he tried to understand. "What do you mean? Who are you?"
The woman stepped forward, her voice soft but commanding. "I am one of the last Dawnbearers. My name is Lira. I once stood against the Architect — but I failed. Now, you must carry the torch."