NARRATOR

Aldric turned, watching as the dark mist began to stir violently.

Whirlwinds formed within it, spiraling upward into the sky, stretching to cover everything above them.

Daylight, suddenly, seemed to be swallowed by the darkness—only fear and shadow remained, seething with hatred and vengeance.

The waters of the lake churned restlessly, blackening, as if veins spread across the surface, weaving a web of corruption.

The lake began to harden, solidifying—it was the last barrier separating them from whatever was about to emerge from that prison.

"Azarot, we must give our pup as much time as possible."

Standing atop the hill, Aldric’s storm-gray eyes flickered toward the rear ranks, away from the danger of the front lines, behind the army.

There, the three Selenias were waiting for their moment.

He and his army had to buy them time.

"And if she fails, Aldric? I won’t just stand by and watch her be in danger."

"If she fails, we have no choice but to face the King of Specters. For a