The Forsaken Grounds had become a battlefield of nightmares. The Voidborn twisted and lunged, their inky black forms shifting unnaturally as they attacked with razor-sharp claws and hollow, soulless eyes. The air stank of sulfur and something worse—something ancient and wrong.
Selina barely had time to react before one of the creatures lunged at her, its elongated limbs stretching toward her face. She twisted away at the last second, her blade slashing through its shadowy flesh. The thing screeched, but even as it recoiled, the wound began closing instantly.
“They heal too fast!” she shouted, dodging another swipe.
Victor cursed as he swung his blade, slicing through a Voidborn’s torso. “Tell me something I don’t know!”
Elira, still weaving defensive spells, gasped as a second creature
