Meanwhile, the sky pulsed with stormlight, clouds split open with violet lightning. Craters littered the battlefield—broken metal, shattered stone, scorched earth.
In the middle stood Zack, Szedra, and Zino, backs to each other, faces sharp with focus.
"Everyone ready?," Szedra asked, lowering into a battle stance, her flaming sword igniting in her hand.
Zino adjusted her grip, her blade glowing a soft blue, her hair plastered to her face. "Same plan?"
Zack nodded, exhaling slowly. "Yes, we don't hold back. We kill them."
From across the field, a red vortex exploded, and Sid appeared from its core, arms outstretched, his fingers weaving glowing violet symbols into the air like threads of dark magic.
Beside him, Legion dropped from the sky like a black meteor, his true form revealed—a massive skeletal beast with spiked limbs, crowned horns, and black smoke seeping from cracked bones. His roar tore across the field, warping sound itself.
