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The world began to blur. The green of the forest, the gold of the flame, and the blue of the ice swirled into a blinding white vortex. The soldiers below shielded their eyes as a pillar of radiance erupted from the ramparts, piercing the sky.

A tear had appeared in the sky, a jagged wound of violet and obsidian that bled darkness into the valley. From this rift descended the Null-Knights—faceless husks of armor driven by a hunger to erase all light. As the first wave crashed against the crystalline gates of the Elven capital, Elara and Valerius stood on the ramparts, their hands joined. File: Double_Elf_Fantasy.7z ...

Closing a rift of that magnitude required the Aethel-Core , a ritual of merging that hadn't been performed in three millennia. It meant surrendering their individual forms to become a single avatar of pure quintessence. The world began to blur