The Awakening of Shadows
The first of the Echoes lunged, a twisting shape of darkness that barely clung to form. Lira reacted instantly, her sword flashing as it sliced through the smoke-like creature. But it didn’t fall—it reformed, shrieking in a voice that scraped across their minds.
“They can’t be killed like normal!” Aelir shouted, pulling power from deep within. The First Memory, still glowing faintly in their chest, answered their call.
The cavern trembled as the shadows circled them, their numbers growing with every heartbeat. From the corners of the vast space, more figures emerged: some towering like giants of smoke, others slithering across the ground like living nightmares. The air itself grew heavy, as if mourning the return of ancient evils.
Lira dodged a strike from one
