As I — Tyler Foster — stood between my two greatest creations, the battlefield trembled.
On one side: Crow, cloaked in seething shadow, his smirk hidden beneath his shadow
On the other: Solarius, bathed in golden light, calm and unwavering, the beacon of false hope.
And in the middle: Sefe, her fire dancing wildly, torn between loyalty and truth.
I narrowed my eyes.
(Something's about to go down… and it's gonna get messy.)
Suddenly, Crow raised a single hand, fingers curling like a conductor before an orchestra.
From the ground… they rose.
Shadows tore through the cracked earth, hissing and twisting — monstrous beasts with glowing red eyes, elongated limbs, and warped humanoid forms. Some crawled, some floated, others sprinted on all fours.