The Aftermath of Chaos

The hollow beneath the Yggdrasil was a battlefield of shadows and light. Blakely, Maven, and Iris stood their ground as Miasma, now an enormous figure of twisted darkness, unleashed his full power. The tendrils of chaos that snaked through the roots of the World Tree pulsed with dark energy, spreading corruption through the once-sacred tree. Each pulse felt like a hammer strike against the fragile balance between Morphantasia and Terra.

Blakely's heart raced, her breath shallow as the enormity of the battle settled in. This was their final stand, the culmination of everything they had fought for. If they failed here, the Yggdrasil would fall, the seal would break, and the Primal Chaos would devour both worlds.