The ruin that had once been Endless's throne room was now a battlefield forged from destruction itself as even the ruins of Endless's throneroom is no where to be seen. Blackened pillars jutted out like broken teeth, molten cracks in the ground spilled with glowing mana, and the air was a frenzy of fire, chaos, and shadow.
At the heart of it, the six stood—Lila, Guinevere, Morris, Kelvin, Ethan, and Eirana. They now fought in a desperate formation, battered and strained, against two nightmares that seemed utterly untouchable.
Kael Dragonyx towered before them, his lightning-imbued blade dripping with draconic might. Every swing shattered walls and scorched the ground, every strike crackling with a fury born from bloodlines steeped in dragonkind and chaos. His voice was a storm, cruel and mocking.
"You cannot withstand me. I carry the wrath of dragons and the storm itself! Fall, little insects."
