Ash, Elysia, Nia, Ouroboros, and Primordia appeared high above the battlefield.
The scene before them was pure devastation.
Eve and Eliya's company teetered on the brink of total ruin.
What had once been a resilient force clinging to hope was now nothing more than a ragged cluster of survivors, huddled together behind the crumbling golden-white gate.
And just like before, it was only Eve and Eliya who still stood their ground, fighting on while everything else seemed to fall apart around them.
Eve moved with sharp, precise strikes, her golden constructs flashing as she fought to hold the line.
Beside her, Eliya battled fiercely, sweeping her spear in wide arcs and unfurling her wings, the white flames she conjured burning through clusters of enemies.
But even together, they were being forced back.
Once, the Origin's Essence had been more than enough to close the gap these creatures, tipping the scales in their favor.
