A terrible stillness fell across the battlefield. The winds that once howled through the torn plains of Aetheris now held their breath.
Endless, the Eternal who defied the laws and order of the Twelve Concepts, floated midair like an obsidian god—a jagged silhouette against the backdrop of the shattering sky. He had withstood god-slaying spells from the Ancient Elves. He had reduced such legends to silence. And now, his cold, eldritch gaze turned toward the withered form of the King of Elves, blood trailing from the corners of the monarch's lips, his emerald armor cracked and dull with age and exhaustion.
"Is that all?" Endless sneered, a cruel smirk tugging at his jagged features as he watches the King of Elves pull on the bowstring that is back by the entirety of the Elves Kingdom. "Then perish as dust."
But then—
The King of Elves closed his eyes.
And his body glowed.
