Omen Collective Interference

The hall erupted into chaos as Alaric's arrival shifted the battle into uncharted brutality. The Ashuras, sensing the change, rallied with renewed fervor. Shadows deepened, flames roared higher, and the air pulsed with the conflicting energies of destruction and creation.

Ebilade's golden aura flared brighter, reacting instinctively to the escalating threat. His expression, previously calm and calculating, was now tight with focus. His jaw clenched as he stepped forward, his fists glowing faintly with the opposing forces of creation and destruction. Each step he took left subtle imprints on the obsidian floor—one side blossoming with intricate, glowing life while the other crumbled into fine, black ash.