High in the turbulent sky stood Orfry, his face illuminated by a calm and chilling smile. Beside him hovered the dark knight of solar inferno, Atila, his armor aglow with flickering embers as if forged in the very heart of a dying star, all the wounds from his last fight having faded.
Next to Atila floated a warlord who seemed to be the living embodiment of ruin and shadow. His massive form was sheathed in jagged black armor, the metal warped and charred by a thousand infernos. Tattered fur and shreds of regal fabric hung from his shoulders like the last remnants of fallen kings. Out of his back jutted broken wings, twisted and corrupted, their feathers forged with cruel barbs.
