The crowned body convulsed.Wings snapped and reformed, bones cracking in jagged bursts as black, gold, and white bled together into something new. The crown above dimmed, its shards knitting back into a single, perfect ring, yet now it pulsed not as light, not as shadow, but as a void that swallowed both.The battlefield shook with every beat of that pulse. Wolves collapsed into the dirt, their spines bent. Dynasties clawed at their own throats, choking on silence.And Roland, bleeding, broken, scar blazing crimson, stared with horror as the man he had sworn to protect was dragged lower and lower into something unrecognizable.“Denilson…” he rasped, voice cracked raw.The crowned figure’s head jerked back, its eyes rolling through white, gold, black, before settling into pits of endless dark, And the Father’s voice poured through him.“He is gone. I remain."Inside the abyss, Jenna screamed as the Father’s tendrils wrapped Denilson’s soul, binding him tighter than the Entity’s chains

The crowned vessel thrashed in the dirt, Its wings slammed against the ground, carving deep scars into the battlefield. The crown above cracked again, shards raining sparks of black, gold, and white.And through its mouth poured screams, one voice after another, layered, broken: Jenna’s desperate cry, Denilson’s roar, the Entity’s whimper, and beneath them all, the Father’s hollow command.“Break… kneel… burn… submit…”The wolves howled in confusion, scattering across the field, their eyes wide and wild. Dynasties fell on their faces, some wailing, others chanting prayers that dissolved into sobs.Roland staggered forward, blood soaking his scar. His legs shook, but his eyes blazed.He shouted above the chaos:“DENILSON! JENNA! HOLD ON!”The crowned vessel jerked its head toward him. Its eyes flickered, void, then gold, then white, And for a heartbeat, Jenna’s voice broke free.“…Roland… help me…”Inside the abyss, Jenna’s body burned like a sun, Her glowing form had cracked wide, ve

The sky ripped open.Jenna’s vessel thrust its hand forward, the Father’s void-fire spiraling into an annihilating beam. It tore through air and earth alike, a straight line of nothingness that devoured everything in its path. Wolves screamed, dynasties wailed, the battlefield convulsed like a dying beast.Roland leapt into it.His scar exploded in fire, crimson veins crawling across his body, searing every nerve. Blood poured from his eyes, his ears, his mouth, but he did not falter. His broken blade blazed like a sun in his hands as he roared, charging through the storm.The void-fire struck him full, And he screamed, not in fear, not in surrender, but in defiance so sharp it shook the air.“I AM NOT YOURS!”Inside the abyss, Jenna collapsed, clutching her chest. The Father’s tendrils dug deeper, twisting her into its vessel, her light cracking, her voice breaking.“You are nothing,” the Father hissed. “You are mine.”Her head jerked, tears of fire streaking down her face.“I… am no

The abyss darkened.The chains that wrapped Denilson’s body pulsed with void-fire, tightening until the sound of bone splintering echoed like thunder. His golden eye, once burning with life, now glowed black as a starless pit. His mouth opened, and the Father’s hollow voice poured through.“He was never yours to save. He was always mine to wield.”The shadows surged outward, tendrils crashing into Jenna and Roland.Roland raised his scarred blade, fire exploding as he carved through the dark, his body splitting with every movement. Blood sprayed from his mouth, his scar glowing so bright it nearly blinded him.“HE’S STILL IN THERE!” he roared.Jenna staggered forward, light flickering, tears burning her cheeks.“DENILSON! FIGHT!”Her voice cracked the abyss.For a heartbeat, the black eye flickered gold.Denilson’s voice, weak, shredded, desperate, escaped his lips.“…don’t… give up…”And then the chains constricted, silencing him.Outside, the crowned vessel convulsed on the battlefi

The abyss screamed.Jenna’s hands plunged deep into Denilson’s chained chest, her glow pouring into him like a river of fire. The chains writhed and sizzled, smoke curling as they fought back. Every spark of her light seared her body from the inside, blood-fire spilling from her lips, but still she pressed deeper.“Come back to me!” she cried, her voice cracking. “I don’t care what it takes, come back!”The Father’s roar shook the void.“FOOLISH GIRL. YOU BURN YOURSELF TO FEED ME.”Tendrils lashed across her back, gouging trenches into her skin. She screamed but did not let go, pressing her forehead to Denilson’s.“Even if I burn, it won’t be for you!”Denilson’s head jerked, his eyes flickering, black and gold battling in their depths. His mouth opened, a strangled whisper escaping.“…Jenna…”Her tears streamed as sparks.“Yes! It’s me, listen to me!”But the chains pulsed again, shadows crashing down, silencing him. His scream split the void.Outside, the crowned vessel staggered, i