"Tip The Scales"

The air itself crackled with raw power, a cacophony of clashing steel and searing energy that whipped across the battlefield. The earth, once a verdant expanse, was now a tapestry of scorched craters and ruptured fissures, testament to the titanic struggle unfolding. Leor, the Demon King and guardian, his celestial armor shimmering like a beacon in the gloom, exchanged blows with Zarathos, the one-eyed chaos god. Every swing of their weapons ignited the air with bursts of light and shadow that danced grotesquely across the ravaged landscape

Kael, his body wracked with pain and exhaustion, watched from the periphery with his companions. Resolve flickered in his eyes, mirrored in the steely gazes of Meiza, Kyra, and Kron.