Meanwhile, far from Elreth's battlefield...
A different war was unfolding in the ruins of a shattered arena overtaken by the wilderness. The cracked marble of its once-majestic floor was now buried under overgrown roots and broken stone pillars. The air was still thick with residual prana, warped and chaotic—a sign of an unnatural phenomenon.
Lux stood still, his chest heaving as he tried to make sense of what he just witnessed. As he had never expected to encounter a demonized human.
Before him stood the mage who moments ago looked like a middle-aged man with a stern face and composed aura. But now—now he was no longer human.
The transformation was swift, violent, and utterly grotesque.
