The mighty roar from the rift shook the earth, a tremor so strong it seemed the very ground beneath their feet rippled beneath their strides. Ethan's heart pounded in his chest as his sword drank in that primordial energy, his hand struggling to keep up with the force of the Fallen King's grip. The darkness around him was crushing, but Lysara's divine light, now embracing him, brought the shadows back inch by inch."You cannot defeat me," the Fallen King hissed, its voice a monstrous rasp that echoed through the air like a thousand whispers. Its eyes gleamed with malice as it tightened its hold on Ethan, lifting him from the ground as if he were nothing more than a puppet. "You are weak. All of you are weak."But even as the Fallen King’s oppressive force bore down on him, Ethan refused to give in. His eyes locked with Lysara’s, the unspoken understanding between them clear. She was not backing down, not now, not when they were this close. She channeled her magic through her staff, th

The air reeked with a burning stench of earth as the ground was pounded with an earthquake response. The stones crumbling above him gave off echoes, and above the battlefield the large rift over Ethan pulsed its energy in constant waves, bending the very sky as it rent itself in half.Ethan stood frozen, his heart still racing, and the sword remained glowing with all the combined energy of the Phoenix and his summons. Slowly, the monstrous figure before him began to coalesce. Like nothing he'd ever seen in his life before, it rose up a great figure, sheathed in armored shadows, edged with dark energies, and those eyes, well, they pulsed with unholy light and seemed to dig into Ethan's very soul like a sharp iron rod.A deep, rumbling voice, colder than ice, echoed across the battlefield. "So, the child thinks he can end the Abyss. Foolish. The true master of the Abyss has arrived.The figure raised a gauntleted hand, and the rift responded. The world around them let out a deafening ca

The battlefield was a maelstrom of chaos. The earth trembled beneath the force of the clash between Daelon's dark energy and the Phoenix's fiery inferno. The world itself seemed to buckle and bend, as if reality were being twisted apart by the sheer power of their battle. But amidst the chaos, something far darker had stirred.Ethan's vision blurred as the energy from the flames of the Phoenix coursed through him. His body was on the verge of collapse, his strength fading with every passing second. The fire that once burned bright around him now flickered weakly, a fading ember in the face of Daelon's relentless dark surge.Then, in the midst of the storm, a crack echoed through the air.It wasn't merely the sound of battle; it was the shattering of some kind of divide, something long pent that contained a force beyond anything they faced.Out of the split in the air above, a shape took form. Colossal, it stretched down over them like a darkness given flesh, and in eyes burning with t

The battlefield shook under Ethan's feet as the Master of the Void stumbled backward, its form undulating and churning as the searing might of the flames of the Phoenix engulfed it. Yet with the light cast by Ethan's sword upon the broken earth came the realization that the fight had only just begun. The rents in the sky continued to pulsate, growing ever wider, as if fed by the very power being let loose.Ethan's body ached, every muscle screaming in protest as he struggled to maintain the overwhelming surge of energy coursing through him. The combined forces of the Phoenix and the ancient rune had granted him power like never before, but the darkness before him was no mere enemy. The Master of the Void was a being older than time itself, a creature whose very existence was a threat to all of reality."You think your light can defeat me?" the Master of the Void’s voice boomed, its tone dripping with disdain. Its eyes burned with a malevolent red glow, the darkness around it swirling

The air was heavy with tension as Ethan and his friends stood at the edge of an unimaginable confrontation. The tear before them continued to rip the very fabric of reality asunder, the echoes of its terrible power reverberating through the land. The Weavers of Fate, those mysterious and seemingly invincible entities, loomed ahead. But there was something worse, something far more terrifying, lurking behind them in the shadows.Ethan could feel it an ancient presence, a power that far surpassed anything he had ever encountered. It was as if the very essence of the universe itself was shifting in response to this being's arrival. He gripped his sword tighter, the flames of the Phoenix flickering with determination, but deep inside, a sense of dread gnawed at him. The battle was far from over, and they were facing something darker than even the Weavers themselves."Stay focused!" Lysara shouted, her voice strong, despite the uncertainty in the air. "We have to stop them before the rift