But together...
I summoned the remnants of my Starfire, the light within me flaring to life. Devin's shadows responded, intertwining with my light in a dance as old as time.
We moved as one, stepping towards the Rift. The creatures hesitated, sensing the shift in power.
Hand in hand, we channeled our energies, our souls merging in a harmony of light and shadow. The fusion was seamless, a perfect balance that neither overwhelmed nor diminished.
A blinding radiance erupted from us, a beacon that pushed back the encroaching darkness. The creatures shrieked, their forms disintegrating under the combined force of our magic.
The Rift trembled, its edges fraying as if reality itself sought to reject the abomination it had become.
With a final surge, we directed our unified power into the heart of the Rift. The runes on the arch flared brilliantly before dimming, the portal sealing with a resounding boom.
Silence fell.
We collapsed, the fusion dissipating, leaving us separate yet irrevocably changed.
Our bond was no longer just emotional—it was elemental.
We had become one to save our world.
Time unraveled.
I couldn’t tell where Devin ended and I began.
There was no breath, no heartbeat—only light and shadow interlaced so tightly, they became something new.
Something infinite.
I stood—no,westood—fused in will, in power, in soul. One being. One pulse. Starfire and deathlight twined together in a perfect, terrible harmony.
The Rift screamed.
The arch flared with spiraling runes that twisted in pain, in resistance, in hunger. Creatures still poured through—fanged horrors with smoke for skin, memories for mouths, and claws made of regret. They lunged, shrieking.
I raised my hand.
So did he.
And weburned.
The light wasn’t gold.
The shadow wasn’t black.
It was both.Everything. We were the line between worlds, the blade drawn across a dying god’s throat, the promise that love could defy fate.
Our fused magic surged outward in a wave that seared the air, turning Shadowborne into ash andtruth. They didn’t just die—they wereunmade. Erased from the memory of the Rift itself.
They screamed as they vanished.
And still we pressed forward, toward the heart of the arch.
The runes resisted, flickering red and silver, groaning as we stepped into the threshold.
Then—we touched the stone.
With one hand.
