Kaelen's combat unit froze, its strike aimed at where Vorenza had been, now hanging uselessly in the air. His primary body's calculations spiraled into chaos, processing what happened. Lyra, the anchor, the one who controlled the very concept of stillness and nullification, was gone.
Lyra's final, desperate act had fundamentally changed the very landscape of the Abyss. The howling winds of chilling ice, the manifestation of her imploded domain, had swept across the entire layer, leaving behind a scene of profound, frozen desolation. Only Zarvok's side of the battle, seemingly protected by an unknown influence, remained unaffected by the cataclysmic chill. As for Vorenza's demon legions and the Empire's forces below, they had long since been utterly annihilated, caught in the crossfire or crushed by the collateral damage wrought by the six-tier beings' earlier, unrestrained attacks. Nothing but frozen, fragmented remnants remained of their conflict.
