Minutes earlier...
The battle teetered on a knife's edge. The dark version of Emery, already bloodied and battered in his half-primal form, found himself cornered, his strength waning under the crushing force of the dark elf Talaro. Victory had been almost certain for the elf—until the skies lit up in hues of crimson and gold.
Morgana descended like a burning comet, her arrival announced by a wave of cosmic flame that swept across the battlefield. The chilling domain conjured by Talaro began to melt away under her radiant heat.
Vayarel followed close behind, his presence no less fierce. Without hesitation, he leapt to aid Livi, who still rode atop the writhing serpent beast, locked in battle with five skeletal monstrosities.
Meanwhile, Morgana unleashed a barrage of fireballs that forced Talaro to halt his assault and retreat, gliding backward through the air.
