The skies above were alight with chaos, torn apart by raging storms and waves of violent energy. The worlds—their home on Earth and the mystical Enchanted Realm—were colliding. There was no turning back. Seraphyne stood at the epicenter, her hands trembling as she held the relic that had been their hope, their weapon, and now, their curse.
The ground beneath her cracked, sending ripples of light and dark energy sprawling across both realms. The boundaries between the worlds had long been thin, but now they were shattering, disintegrating as the chaotic force unleashed by their actions swept through the sky.
Xavierre and Keizu were by her side, their expressions grim, their bodies battered and bruised from the countless battles they had fought. The Keeper, who had once been the guiding hand, now stood before them, his face strained and drawn. He had warned them this would happen—the destruction of both worlds, the inevitable collapse of reality itself.