Then Elara's power reached across the battlefield like a golden bridge spanning impossible distances.
The Sun Empress sensed the offering immediately, her stellar eyes widening in recognition and concern. She could feel Elara's depleted state through their connection, knew that any power sharing could kill the already exhausted Archon.
"Elara, you're too weak..." she began.
"I'm your strategic general, Your Majesty," Elara interrupted, her voice carrying newfound strength as the connection solidified between them. "And my strategy is that we end this now, before you exhaust yourself fighting a war of attrition you can't win."
Power began to flow between them, not just Elara's remaining strength, but something deeper and more fundamental. Their fire and sun blessings resonated, creating harmonic frequencies that amplified each other exponentially in ways that defied normal magical theory.
It wasn't addition. It was multiplication.
