The eerie silence radiating from Azravel was a terrifying anomaly, but it had not yet swallowed the entire valley. Just a few hundred yards away from where Kairos stood frozen in the quiet void, the rest of the battlefield was a deafening, catastrophic symphony of war.
Hovering gracefully through the falling gray ash was Vaelistra, The Widow of Strings. The slender, six-armed warlord did not touch the jagged volcanic rock. She hovered like a dark ghost, her long, elegant fingers twitching in a complex, sickening rhythm.
Aeryth Dracortis, Luxara Dracortis, and Darth Clover lunged through the air to intercept her, riding fierce currents of wind and light. But Vaelistra didn't even look at the three champions. She simply cast her six hands outward, her long fingers pointing at a battalion of Solaris infantry that had pushed too far into the valley.
"Aeryth, wait!" Luxara yelled, her glowing staff pulsing brightly. "Look at the soldiers!"
