As I — Tyler Foster — stood between my two greatest creations, the battlefield trembled.
On one side: Crow, cloaked in seething shadow, his smirk hidden beneath his shadow
On the other: Solarius, bathed in golden light, calm and unwavering, the beacon of false hope.
And in the middle: Sefe, her fire dancing wildly, torn between loyalty and truth.
I narrowed my eyes.
(Something's about to go down… and it's gonna get messy.)
Suddenly, Crow raised a single hand, fingers curling like a conductor before an orchestra.
From the ground… they rose.
Shadows tore through the cracked earth, hissing and twisting — monstrous beasts with glowing red eyes, elongated limbs, and warped humanoid forms. Some crawled, some floated, others sprinted on all fours.
"GO." Crow's voice was low, absolute.
The monsters surged forward like a tsunami of darkness.
I lifted my hand.
(Telekinesis, don't fail me now.)
