The tension in the air was electric as the first shadows emerged from the dense forest — dark figures moving like smoke between the trees. The Ember Circle took their positions, silent and ready, weapons glowing with ancient runes.
Aria stood at the forefront, the black ring heavy on her finger, her hands alive with warm golden flames that danced along her skin like living fire.
Damien’s voice was calm but fierce beside her. “Remember, they are not just enemies. They are the void that feeds on light.”
As the Shadow Clan charged, arrows black as night flew through the air, clashing against the Ember Circle’s shields. The clash of steel rang through the valley as warriors met with brutal force.
Aria raised her hands, releasing a wave of fire that scorched the shadows, forcing them back.
