Chapter Title: The Spear of the Sun
Snow drifted slowly across the battlefield.
Four bodies of fallen champions lay scattered across the frozen plain of Velkar, their divine armor dim and lifeless beneath the gathering frost. The once proud warriors of the pantheon had fallen one after another, their power devoured by the strange darkness surrounding Azrael’s blade.
Now only three remained.
Seraphon stood at the center of the battlefield with golden sunlight blazing around him like a miniature sun. His spear radiated intense divine energy that pushed back the cold air in shimmering waves.
Beside him stood the two champions of Vaelith.
Their dark armor seemed to absorb the faint light around them. Shadowy energy curled along their spears like slow moving smoke.
The contrast between t
