Eclipse

Kallistra's wide eyes filled with despair as she clutched at her cracking form, her voice a broken whisper.

"This… this can't be happening…"

But it was. And Eratz, with Nythra by his side, was ready to end it.

Kallistra flinched, her body trembling as she instinctively floated backward. The cracks on her golden skin flickered erratically, betraying the strain she was under.

Her glowing eyes darted between Eratz and the towering form of Abyssion behind him. For the first time, fear truly gripped her.

The weight of the situation pressed down on her. She had pushed herself to the brink, harnessing too many powers too early.

Now, she faced an opponent who had nullified her only advantage, and now Eratz stood at his peak, his aura burning brighter than ever, while she was cracked, drained, and unraveling.

The certainty of her defeat loomed over her like a shadow she couldn't escape.