struck from the coast, Malekith riding Seraphon, a shadow cast over his kin’s ancestral home.
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The sky over the Great Vortex bled a bruised purple, torn open by the relentless chanting of the Grey Seer Thanquol. High atop the Star Tower, Teclis of the High Elves felt the winds of magic fraying like a rotted rope. He knew the ritual was failing—or worse, succeeding for the wrong masters. struck from the coast, Malekith riding Seraphon, a
Teclis raised his staff, the Moon Staff of Lileath. He didn't just cast a spell; he wove the very fabric of the continent into a shield. White fire erupted, vaporizing the front line of the Witch King’s Executioners. Yet, in the distance, he saw the twin-tailed comet streak across the sky. It wasn't a sign of hope. It was a countdown. A Bitter End High atop the Star Tower, Teclis of the
emerged from the jungle mists, Cold Ones snapping at the air while Lord Mazdamundi hovered atop his palanquin, eyes glowing with ancient celestial power.
stood in shimmering ranks of silver, their Phoenix Guard silent as statues.