Draven’s Betrayal

The battlefield was shrouded in shadows, suffocating, and thick. Elysiel, still standing, could feel the last sparks of her connection to Seraphis beginning to fade. She had made her decision, a choice that could save Elandor from the dark fate Seraphis promised to bring. But the cost was high—the final separation between her and Seraphis, the man she loved and feared at the same time.

However, Draven, staggering and wounded, had not given up. Amidst the chaos forming around him, he stood, bleeding and gasping, his eyes filled with desperation and fury. The ancient artifact still trembled in his hands, its dark energies pulsing as if the very underworld itself were struggling to break free.