Vollua's sky was nothing but an open wound.Black. Red. Green.Flames licked the clouds, ash fell like a snowfall of death, and the once-gentle moonlight, keeper of sacred rituals, had become a mute witness to a battle beyond time.
Face to face.On one side, the Draconic Avatar of the World-Tree—a fusion of hope, power, and determination. Blade in hand, the other arm thrumming with ancient magic, his slit eyes fixed on his opponent with a glacial intensity. His breath was steady, controlled. The air around him pulsed with power, vibrating like the strings of a drawn bow.On the other side, the Chimeric Obscurus—an abomination woven from centuries of despair. Its three heads howled each in a different rhythm: one in silence, one with a cavernous breath, the last with a hysterical cackle. Its massive body seemed alive, its muscles swollen with pure suffering. Its presence was an annihilating cry.
