Shadows Triumphant
Tenebris materialized within Xal'dar's throne room, a swirling vortex of darkness coalescing into his shadowy form. Beside him, the Devourer pulsed with a sickly green light, its tendrils reaching out like grasping claws.
A cruel smile spread across Xal'dar's face. "You have done well, Tenebris," he rasped, his voice a chilling whisper.
Tenebris bowed, a gesture that seemed unnatural within his formless being. "The Devourer is yours, master. Its hunger now fuels your ambition."
With a guttural roar, Xal'dar raised the Devourer towards his grotesque scepter. A surge of dark energy, laced with the Devourer's raw chaos, erupted as the two artifacts fused. The scepter pulsed with a malevolent light, its power now immense.
News of Xal'dar's newfound power spread like wildfire across the realms. His armies, emboldened, launched even more ferocious attacks. Cities burned, screams filled the air, and the forces of darkness seemed unstoppable.