Just when Darius, Aric, and Sylph thought they had their enemies on the verge of defeat, something unexpected—something terrifying—began to unfold across their separate battlefields.
The broken bodies of Velkar, Feris, Vorn, and Mirra, as well as their shattered Nether Puppets, began to twitch and stir unnervingly.
Their wounds, deep and mortal, seemed to close on their own. Dark energy surged around them, growing stronger, thicker, until their forms started to regenerate at an alarming rate. The once-ruined Nether Puppets slowly reassembled, glowing with renewed, sinister energy.
Darius, on his battlefield with Velkar and Feris, gripped his hammer tighter, watching in disbelief. "This can't be..." he muttered, his eyes narrowing as he saw the injuries he'd inflicted just moments ago healing right before his eyes.
His chest heaved with exhaustion. He had poured everything into his ultimate attack, yet here they were, standing tall again.
