Adrian and Kael ran, their feet pounding against the earth as the battlefield collapsed behind them. The very fabric of reality seemed to be warping around them, shifting like ink in water. The sky above them twisted, swirling with a strange energy that neither of them could comprehend.
Kael's breath came in short gasps as he looked over at Adrian, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and concern. "Adrian... where are we going?"
Adrian didn't know. He didn't have an answer. All he knew was that they had to keep moving. They had to escape the collapse.
The world around them continued to distort, the landscape shifting and warping like a fever dream. The ground cracked open beneath their feet, and the sky above them seemed to fracture and tear apart.
They ran through the swirling chaos, unable to make sense of what was happening. Adrian felt as if the very laws of nature were being rewritten around them. Nothing was stable. Nothing was certain.
And then, suddenly, they were no longer in the battlefield. The twisted landscape, the collapsing world, disappeared, replaced by something else entirely.
A throne.