For a long moment after Elion’s warning echoed across the battlefield, nothing moved. The ruined borderlands seemed to hold their breath. Cracked earth stretched in every direction, broken and warped from the earlier clash of Chaos and Void. The sky above them remained fractured, silver moonlight tangled with devouring darkness as unstable energy rippled through the air like the aftershocks of a dying storm.Everything felt suspended in a fragile, dangerous silence.Elion stood unmoving in front of Michael.His wings were spread wide, brilliant white feathers blazing with divine light so intense that the shattered ground beneath him shimmered faintly. Power radiated from him in steady waves—ancient, unwavering, and resolute. It was the kind of power that came from absolute purpose, from a will that had never once considered stepping aside.Yet even that power trembled faintly beneath the presence of the being before him.Across the battlefield, Allistair’s eyes widened. “Elion—!” Befor
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