The sky burned with Kaelen's radiance, his transformation into the Avatar of Eternity casting a mantle of blue light that spilled over the battlefield like dawn breaking into night. That brilliance fell upon the warriors of Eldoria, the elves, and the Nullcarvers below, and in that instant, hesitant arms steadied, broken wills mended, and despair was consumed by renewed fire.
The battlefield roared to life.
Drake, his body soaked in sweat and a little bit of blood, his spear shattered down to half its length, looked skyward at his Kaelen's figure high above. The calm steel in his eyes lit with a fire that had not been there moments ago. "He's not faltering," Drake muttered to himself. Then his voice rose, bellowing across the carnage, "If Kaelen can fight a god, then we can carve down monsters! Eldoria—stand your ground!"
HAHHH!!!!!
