The sky over the Elven settlement burned crimson, torn asunder by chaos and the screams of battle. Shattered towers, blazing gardens, and trembling groves all bore witness to the merciless onslaught led by Aron and Selene, flanked by the monstrous, nightmarish Labyrinth creatures now rampaging through sacred lands once thought untouchable.
Now, at the heart of the ancient grove where the Divine Tree stretched toward the heavens—its colossal bark etched with primordial runes, its roots embedded in the world's very soul—Kael Dragonyx hovered high in the sky, his eyes like molten gold as his wings, vast and draconic, spread against the twilight. His scaled arms crackled with dark purple lightning, each breath he took exuding the corruptive aura of Chaos magic.
