The Eternal Tree's roots stretched like mountain ranges, glowing faintly in defiance of the corruption that gnawed at them. Yet three towering figures stood barring the way—Spirit Wardens, once the most loyal guardians of Seraphina, now twisted into hulking juggernauts of despair. Their crystalline armor had been blackened into jagged obsidian, and their once-holy weapons leaked flames of green corruption that burned the very air.
Each step they took cracked the ground. Their voices boomed as one, distorted by demonic chains that bound their souls.
"Queen of Spirits… you are no longer worthy. Leave this realm… or be destroyed."
Seraphina's eyes widened, trembling as she whispered, "No… Eryndor, Kael, Sylas… you swore to protect me. Please… fight it! Remember who you are!"
The Wardens did not answer. Their chains clattered like funeral bells.
Igaris stepped forward, golden eyes glinting under the shadow of the Eternal Tree. He raised his hand to halt Seraphina.
