Elara's body trembled with the weight of the power coursing through her veins. She had contained the Void, bent it to her will for now, but she knew that its pull, its relentless hunger, would not be silenced for long. Every second felt like a battle, a war between her will and the insatiable force inside her. The air around her was charged with an energy that crackled and hissed, the atmosphere heavy with the tension of impending conflict.
Seraphina stood before her, still locked in the grip of the Void, her form emanating an aura of cold indifference. She had once been Elara's closest ally, the one person who had understood her, who had fought by her side against the forces that sought to destroy them both. But now, all that remained was a hollow shell, a vessel for the darkness that had consumed her.