Sounds of the ambient the silent beginning of a light dawn across shattered windows left standing in an overturned battlefield; the body of Ethan cold and not a movement on Lysara stays beside the unmoving one; her hands twitch while she tries pulling strands out from his chilling cold face; the quietness about all of this: the rage within the last storm of a tempest last night; now it stops. He buries her with the weight of his sacrifice on her shoulders, like a mountain, and yet she cannot let go.The sun rises over a world that was scarred by war. The spirit that once haunted them is gone, but the price of that victory is too much to bear. Ethan's body lies cold in Lysara's arms, a man whose soul burned with power, whose heart was filled with love. Yet, despite his strength, despite everything he did to protect her and the world, he could not escape the price of his fate.Lysara's mind has only one painful thought: Is this the end? The war is won, but at the cost of everything she

The deep, rhythmic hum of magic fills the air. Battle over, words unsaid hang heavy in the air. Here stand Ethan and Lysara, battered but not broken in bodies. The battlefield is quiet now, save for the soft whispers of wind that sweep through charred places. As dawn's light peeks through the trees, it begins to cast long shadows on the ground.The dust has settled, but a deeper tension lingers in the air. Ethan and Lysara’s victory over the entity has come at a cost a price they cannot yet comprehend. As the world begins to heal, their fight is far from over. The remnants of the battle are still fresh in their minds, and darker truths are beginning to unravel.But even as they stand in the light of their hard-won peace, shadows from the past are stirring once more.A faint, eerie whisper, as if something unseen is moving in the wind, carries across the silence.LYSARA: (eyes scanning the horizon, voice wary) "It's not over, is it?"ETHAN: (his voice weary but resolute) "No. There's s

After the battle. The heavy, exhausted silence of the battlefield was filled with the sound of distant winds carrying the smoke and remnants of war. Faint cracks of thunder echo far away, but the storm that had once consumed the sky has now receded. The air is thick with the scent of burnt earth and magic, and the world seems suspended in time, holding its breath.The storm passed. The darkness that threatened to engulf all is gone. The old thing lies broken, its form now splintered, returned to nothingness. But like always, victory has a cost.Ethan stands tall, though his body is weary. His chest rises and falls with labored breaths, his power nearly drained from the battle that almost claimed his soul. Beside him, Lysara's form is just as worn, but her resolve remains as unyielding as ever.They have saved the world. Yet the weight of that victory presses down on them, heavy and unrelenting.Footsteps crunching through debris. Ethan turns, his eyes falling on the broken form of Mar

Darkness. Eerie quiet of the night. Soft crackle of burning embers. Distant howls echo through the trees. Unnatural sounds that make the air thick with dread. Faint sound of heavy breathing and creaking of branches overhead.The war has devastated the earth. It has infected the air with dust and blood flavours. And so, Ethan and Lysara stand there in an abandoned battlefield no longer viewed violently because only the charred earth beneath their feet and the faint smell of burned darkness remain from the fight. But even in the silent place, something gnaws at them; something is lurking there just beyond their reach.Their bodies are battered from the brutal confrontation with the Shadows, their powers drained, but their determination was unbroken. Perhaps the battle had just ended and perhaps just begun, but neither of them thought that the world was ever at peace. Not yet.The crackling of fire, a low wind rustling through the trees.LYSARA: (whispering, her voice taut) "We won… at l

Low, ominous wind howls through the cracked ruins of the battlefield. The battle's echo still lingers in the air, but the silence before the storm weighs heavy. Distant thunder rumbles as a forewarning.Narrator: The night is heavy with anticipation, a silence that presses in on the world. Ethan stands tall, his battered body bearing the bruises of their last battle; shallow breath marks his exhaustion. Lysara stands beside him, her form tense, eyes scanning the horizon for that one first sign of movement. The victory over the Ancient One has brought them no peace only the temporary of it all. The true enemy remains. And now, the last of the shadow's disciples stirs to life.He can feel it in his bones, the weight of the oncoming battle, the pressure growing in his chest as he inhales. His power vibrates under his skin: raw, untrained, and relentless. Tonight, however, it's almost as if it is something else. Something more. Something darker.ETHAN: (his voice soft but commanding, his