The arena's heartbeat steadied, deep and heavy, as if it now beat in time with the lives that had just been shaped. Dust swirled like a crown around the three creations—Vex standing proud in its green glow, and the two new undead rising, still trembling but now steady enough to stand.
Fenric's silver flames flickered once, and his creation took its first true step forward. The air around it shimmered faintly, like ripples in a calm pond. With each movement, sound dulled—footsteps softened, the clatter of chains hushed. Its presence carried silence itself. Aria's eyes widened faintly, sensing it. A power born from Fenric's will—discipline turned into silence, a shield against distraction and chaos.
