The Breaking of the Bond

The light Elysiel had summoned was powerful, but she could feel the weight of her sacrifice. Her soul was being torn apart from within. The strength she was using to fight Seraphis came directly from her essence, and each blow she struck against him destroyed a piece of her. Her movements were slower, and her vision began to darken at the edges, as if her body itself was giving up, succumbing to the price of breaking the bond that once united them.

Across from her, Seraphis advanced with relentless fury, darkness swirling around him like a cloak of shadows. But something in his eyes had changed. His power was absolute, yet there was hesitation in his gaze. He moved with less precision, his attacks no longer carrying the same certainty of destruction. Elysiel, though weakened, could sense the shift.

— You cannot win, Elysiel. — Seraphis roared, his voice echoing across the battlefield. — The power of darkness is eternal.