Sylra and Kaelor, their bodies battered and barely holding together, staggered through the gates of Necrovauld Academy. Every step was labored, their faces twisted in pain as they forced themselves forward. The once fearsome elders, known for their unmatched strength, now appeared frail and broken.
As they neared the center of the academy, it didn't take long for the gathered disciples and elders to notice their condition. Gasps and murmurs rippled through the crowd as shocked onlookers pointed and whispered to each other, wide-eyed at the sight of two of their strongest elders in such a dire state.
"Elder Sylra... Elder Kaelor!" one disciple cried out, her voice trembling with disbelief. "What happened to them?"