The Sun Empress and Seraphina's combined shields continued to hold against the undead dragon's corruption breath, but both women were visibly straining under forces that attacked existence itself. Cracks spread across their solar barriers like spider webs as the necromantic assault intensified, each fissure representing another moment closer to catastrophic failure.
I can't maintain this much longer, Seraphina thought desperately, sweat beading on her forehead as she poured her enhanced understanding into maintaining divine-level magic. Even with my newfound abilities, this is beyond what mortal magic should be able to accomplish.
The Sun Empress felt her own strength wavering, divine power depleted from her earlier transformation and the cosmic battle with Azaroth. My people, she thought with fierce determination, I will not let them suffer because I lack the strength to protect them.
