The battle in Elandor continued to reach overwhelming proportions. Under a sky darkened by Kaelyra's shadows, Elysiel, Seraphis, and their allies fought with every ounce of energy they had, combining light and darkness in a desperate struggle. Demons advanced with every second, and Kaelyra's presence, like a vortex of pure hatred and destruction, only intensified the conflict.
Draven stood amidst the battlefield, his heart still pounding after the impulsive act that led him to save Arabella. A fog of confusion filled his mind, a feeling that came and went, as if something within him wrestled between hatred and an emerging understanding. He tried to focus on the fight, but amid the chaos, his mind began to drift back to distant moments, memories he had once dismissed as mere sparks of anger and wounded pride. The question echoed: how had his hatred for Seraphis grown so deeply as to turn him against everything he had once sworn to protect?