The city walls of the capital trembled as the storm of Void energy crashed against them. The sky was a swirling maelstrom of darkness, punctuated by bursts of sickly green lightning that illuminated the encroaching void. The air was heavy with the scent of ozone and corruption, and the temperature dropped sharply, making every breath feel like ice.
Elara stood atop the battlements, her eyes scanning the horizon. The Void's storm roared like a living beast, its tendrils reaching out and threatening to engulf the city. Around her, the defenders were scrambling into position, mages and soldiers working together to prepare for the imminent assault.
"Status report!" Elara shouted over the cacophony of the storm. Her voice was steady, but her heart raced with adrenaline.