Marlic's ember eyes blazed with fury. His spear lashed, shadow tearing through ranks, but the alliance did not break. Each strike met flame, each lash met smoke.
He snarled, voice echoing across the valley. "You think shards can defy me? I am grief eternal!"
But the alliance pressed harder, their torches blazing with shard‑light. Kael's blade struck true, Emberkin shields held firm, Elira's voice rang clear.
The storm trembled, its endless cries faltering against unity. For the first time, Marlic's dominion seemed uncertain.