The Darkness Within Me

Elysiel, felt the increasing impact of the darkness within her. The dark presence that had settled in her soul, a remnant of the broken bond with Seraphis, grew stronger each day, corroding her essence and weakening her hold on the light.

She stood in the throne room, watching as her counselors and leaders of the realm debated. The voices echoed in the hall, but the words were lost in Elysiel's distracted mind. Her connection to nature, once so strong and unshakable, now felt like a distant echo. Her wings — always a symbol of her majesty and power — had grown paler, almost translucent. She could barely control her own magic, and that feeling of helplessness was devastating.