Video - Elara's Flight: A Race Against Darkness

Run, Elara!" Seraphine's voice cut through the chaotic dark, her eyes glowing with urgency. The ancient city's walls seemed to close in, shadows flickering from the piercing moonlight. Elara’s heart pounded like war drums as she tightened her grip around the luminescent Orb of Serafina. Her breaths came in ragged gasps. No one ever told her that saving a city would feel like drowning on land. Behind her, Seraphine hurled desperate spells at twisting, ephemeral forms. Elara’s sister had always been stronger, braver, yet here she was, buying Elara precious seconds. “I can’t–” Elara began, but Seraphine's glare silenced her. Resolute, she pressed on, heart heavy with guilt. Ahead lay the Temple of Dawn, its entrance a promise of salvation. But between her and the temple, scalding memories of the demon army's first assault danced before her eyes. Blood. Tears. Death. She pressed forward, her bare feet slapping mercilessly against the cobblestone. A feral growl echoed. She turned—crimson eyes, treacherously close. Seraphine flung her last spell, just as Elara took the final step to the temple's threshold. The temple door sealed shut behind her, Seraphine's anguished scream echoing in its walls. Alone now, Elara knelt, the Orb shimmering with hope and grief.