The battlefield was a sea of chaos, the air thick with smoke and the crackling of ancient, divine magic. The gods had poured forth from the Veil, relentless in their fury, but each step they took forward was met with resistance. Zane and Selina, weary but unbroken, stood at the frontlines, their swords raised high, ready to face whatever storm the gods would bring next.
Zane’s breath came in ragged gasps. The power of the gods surged through him, but it was a double-edged sword, draining his strength even as it gave him the ability to fight back. His golden eyes flickered with the intensity of his connection to the divine, but he could feel it—something was unraveling inside him. The gods’ magic was too much, even for him.
“You’re doing well,” Selina said, her voice low but filled with a
