The Final Sacrifice

The air around Elysiel felt heavier with each passing second, as if the very weight of the underworld was trying to crush her under its dark force. Seraphis, with his overwhelming presence, stood before her, his gaze fixed, full of anger and disillusionment. The shadows around him flickered violently, reflecting his growing fury. Elysiel had broken the bond between them, and the decision she made now would demand a price.

She knew Seraphis could not be defeated by brute force. He was darkness itself, and facing him directly was like trying to fight a storm. Even with her newfound determination, his power was too vast, too absolute. The only way to win would be through something Seraphis could never understand—the light that still lived within Elysiel, the spark that had survived the darkness.