The Call of the Shadows

The morning after the battle against Tenebris, Elysiel awoke with a sense of urgency. Since the previous night's fight, she felt exhausted, but the twins in her womb were more restless than ever, as if they, too, sensed the weight of the looming threat. Her energies pulsed intensely, as if the forces within her, light and darkness, were rearranging, preparing for what was to come.

Seraphis entered the room shortly after, his expression tense and concerned, but his face softened when he saw Elysiel. He approached her and held her hand firmly.

— We need to gather everyone, Elysiel. Not just our forces, but every possible alliance. This is the last chance to keep Elandor and the underworld safe.

Elysiel nodded, fully aware that the final battle would require the full support of both realms. It was no longer a question of rivalries between light and darkness. They needed to unite against an enemy that threatened to destroy everything they had fought to protect.