They fought under the shattered sky.
Kael's body moved with the rhythm of memory and habit, each strike preceded by the bond he shared with Elira. The black tide churned around them—voidspawn that shrieked and twisted soundless as whispers, sending claws of mind and hatred into the air. The faces twisted with each killing, reality warped under the strain of impossible tension.
Rei was a personification of motion—a blur of daggers cutting in and out of the darkness with barbaric grace. He moved from shadows to shadows, breath and blood coordinating with the chaos.
Elira's sword glowed like starlight, carving into the monsters with sparkling fury. Each movement felt fluid with power. Each step verse in rebellion. She fought not for the present, but for the promise they had made: to build a world free from oppression.
