Malakhai stood at the edge of the twilight realm, the Stella Carta in hand. The air was thick with tension, and the ground beneath his feet trembled in anticipation of the impending battle. The confrontation with Eldur was imminent, and the stakes were high.
As Malakhai approached the heart of the twilight realm, the air grew heavy with heat. The ground beneath his feet cracked and fissured, spewing flames that licked at his boots. The sky above was a swirling vortex of dark clouds and fiery embers, casting an eerie glow over the landscape. From the inferno, Eldur himself emerged, his eyes blazing with fury.
Eldur: “You think you can defy me, Malakhai? You are nothing but a fallen angel, a shadow of your former self.”
Malakhai: “I fight for love, Eldur. Your reign of terror ends here.”
