The End Of The Chaos God

Shania and Seraphina moved with a practiced grace, their movements imbued with the weight of countless battles. With elegant gestures, their fingers traced intricate patterns in the earth. Glowing runes, vibrant cerulean and fiery crimson, flared to life as they channeled their power, weaving a spell of binding. The lines pulsed with an otherworldly light, an ethereal cage forming on the battlefield, shimmering with the promise of confinement for the chaos god.

Across the desolate landscape, Azarath and Leor locked eyes, a silent understanding passing between them. A shared fire of determination ignited in their gazes. In a blur of motion, they launched a coordinated assault on Zarathos. Their fists, imbued with the might of their respective domains, pummeled the god with relentless fury.