Third Person pov :
The Silver Nova had changed everything.
Just a few minutes ago, the battlefield outside the Silver Moon Estate was completely covered in dark magic and thousands of shadow-mutants. Now, the ground was quiet. The grass was covered in a thick layer of grey ash. The massive, blinding explosion of pure starlight from Aria’s heart had instantly vaporized Malakor’s entire army.
In the center of the muddy field, the Shadow King was on his knees.
Malakor was breathing heavily, a horrible, wet sound coming from behind his cracked skull mask. The silver magic had burned him badly. His sword was shattered into completely useless black rocks scattered on the ground. His thick armor, made of dark stone, was cracked open, revealing his glowing, twisted purple flesh underneath.
