The aftershock of their last strike sent ripples through the battlefield, leaving a heavy silence that weighed on their souls. The Voidmaster staggered but did not fall, his eyes glowing with a mix of rage and sorrow.
Kael lowered his sword momentarily, breathing heavily. "There's something behind his power… something tragic."
Ashara stepped forward cautiously, her voice soft yet firm. "I sense it too. This darkness wasn't always his choice. We need to reach that part of him—before it's too late."
Veyna's arrows hung frozen in the air, the tension palpable. "Can we afford to show mercy now?"
Before Kael could answer, a faint whisper echoed through the void—a memory flickering in and out like a broken dream.
Images appeared around them: a young man, once hopeful, betrayed by those he trusted; a great loss that shattered his soul; a desperate hunger for control that led him down the path of shadows.
Thorne's expression hardened. "He's a prisoner of his own past. If we can break those chains, maybe there's a way to save him—and ourselves."
Kael nodded slowly, raising his sword again. "Then we fight not just for victory, but for redemption."
The group gathered their strength, preparing for the next confrontation, knowing that the battle ahead would test not only their might but their hearts.