"Haa… haa…"
Seraph knelt on one knee, her radiant golden armor cracked and dulled, her face pale and damp with sweat. Her light staff, once glowing with divine energy, flickered faintly as if on the verge of extinguishing entirely.
Before her stood not one, not two, but three Horror Specters, each towering above her like a shadow of death.
Their red, malevolent eyes glared down at her, brimming with hunger and malice.
Her chest heaved as she struggled to catch her breath. The battle had drained nearly every ounce of energy she had left. Her golden aura, once so bright and imposing, had diminished to a faint glow, barely enough to keep her upright.
Across from her, Ater stood with a wide grin, his crimson eyes gleaming with amusement. Beside him was Rey, now recovered, his arms crossed as he watched in silence. His gaze occasionally flickered between the monstrous Horror Specters and Seraph, his expression a mix of awe and unease.
