Embers and Echoes
The sky bled fire and shadow as Kael and Eira approached the Wraith King. Each step was like wading through thick resistance, as if the darkness itself sought to repel their presence. Around them, the battle raged on—steel clanged, spells cracked, and cries of fury and agony filled the air like a choir of ruin. The Wraith King stood motionless in the center of the maelstrom, cloaked in black flame and silence. His form shimmered, shifting between solid and smoke, but his presence was tangible—a gravitational force of despair and malevolence. Kael’s voice rang out like a hammerstrike. “This ends now.” The Wraith King turned, his face hidden beneath a dark crown of bone and void. When he spoke, it was like a chorus of forgotten souls. “You cannot destroy what was never alive.” Kael respo
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