In the throne room, King Gulben's eyes snapped open. His body coming to life as his spirit remained anchored in the otherworldly dimension.
His consciousness was now divided, yet the centuries of discipline and mastery over Magic allowed him to maintain control over both tasks. His expression was calm and his focus unwavering as he felt the flow of energy between realms.
He rose and walked toward the balcony. When he stepped out into the open air, soft silver light enveloped his body. Its glow brightening as he channeled his power.
Without waiting anymore, he lifted off the ground gracefully into the sky. He soared above the Elf Palace in just a matter of seconds, the shimmering silver aura creating a trail of light behind him.
Down below, the Elves and Aurdis watched through the yards and her windows, their eyes fixed on their king. Some whispered prayers even though they don't actually know what is he doing while others simply watched in awe. What they know is their king is definitely doing this for their sake.
Aurdis's eyes followed her father with a mixture of worry and admiration etched across her face. She knew the important part of what he was doing. It was a dangerous act that required immense skill and precision.
King Gulben hovered highher above the palace until the protection dome shimmering beneath him like a glassy shield. From his vantage point he could see the raging battle in front of him.
Erend and Eccar fought with everything ferociously, clashing against the two Harbingers of Doom. The air rippled with the raw energy of their attacks and each impact sent shockwaves of chaotic Magic coursing through the sky.
Sometime the there are rift in the air as if the fabric of reality was being torn apart by the power they wielded.
The chaotic energy start to becom thicker. Erend and Eccar probably doesn't know anything about what that.
The sight made King Gulben's eyes narrow. He could feel the dangerous vibrations emanating from the Magic.
He ascended higher, pushing beyond the limits of the dome. The moment he crossed its threshold the chaotic energy brushed against him.
She saw her father's body tense as the dark energy surged into him, one tendril after another. Each one seemed more forceful than the last, lashing out and enveloping him before disappearing into the silvery light of his aura.
The way they twisted and coiled reminded Aurdis of tentacles trying to ensnare their prey. The sheer volume of energy pouring into her father's body was overwhelming and for a moment she feared that even he, with all his power, might not be able to bear it.
Her eyes flickered with uncertainty. "Isn't this too much?" she wondered, biting her lip.
Her mind raced as she felt the urge to act and somehow help him. But deep down, she knew she couldn't intervene. This was a task only the King could handle. Only someone with his mastery could safely contain such volatile Magic.
She forced herself to steady her breath. Her fingers gripping the edge of the window.
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"He is strong enough," she said to herself in her mind, trying to push down the growing knot of fear in her stomach.
Aurdis knew she had to trust her father. He had always been a figure of unwavering strength for her and their people and she needed to believe that. Even now, he could withstand the power he was absorbing.
The tendrils continued to surge into King Gulben and the silver light surrounding him pulsed rhythmically, struggling against the force of the chaotic Magic.
Each pulse was like a heartbeat as a sign that the connection between his physical body and his spirit within the dimension still held strong.
The chaotic Magic flowed through him then disappearing into the realm he had opene, but the strain was begin to evident. His aura flickered but he maintained his composure.
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