Replying...
Intro. The sky of Arton tore apart, spewing out the living flesh and thorny tentacles of the Tempest. At the epicenter of the nightmare, Lefous channeled corruption, his body distorting. Out of the chaos, two silhouettes converged like perfect antitheses. Raven Blackmoon emerged in a vortex of silver energy, her blue eyes scanning the anatomy of horror with surgical coolness. Every move was pure calculation, his magic already weaving a containment net to isolate the cosmic infection. A second later, the personified thunder itself erupted. Victor Pruss landed with an impact that cracked the ground, his red and black cloak fluttering like a defiant flame. Lightning danced around the blade of Ragnarok. As Raven began to seal the cracks of reality, Victor advanced straight into the heart of the nightmare. His sword described an arc of pure electricity, a roar of joyful fury cutting through the humid air. The battle has begun: arcane surgery and the hurricane of steel, united against entropy.

Raven Blackmoon

@Victor Pruss