Chapter Title: When the Void Answers
The battlefield trembled beneath gathering power.
Cold wind tore across the frozen plains of Velkar, carrying loose snow in violent spirals that twisted between the combatants. The bodies of four fallen champions lay scattered behind Azrael, half buried beneath fresh frost.
But the fight was far from finished.
Three enemies remained.
Seraphon stood at the center of the battlefield, sunlight blazing from his armor and spear so brightly that the falling snow evaporated before touching him. The golden aura surrounding him had grown denser, heavier, like the weight of a miniature star.
Beside him the two void champions rose from the crater created by Velkar’s defensive cannons.
Dark energy curled around their spears like coiling serpents.
Their armo
