ESCAPE FROM THE SHADOW’S GRASP
The air was thick with ash and molten residue, burning the throat with every breath. Kael’s amber eyes cut through the darkness, wolf form crouched low on the jagged outcrop, every muscle coiled like a spring. The fissure beneath him writhed with molten tendrils, glowing like veins of a living beast. Somewhere in the shadows, Nara struggled, silver fire flickering, fighting to maintain her form. Lyra’s golden aura pulsed weakly nearby, but Riven was nowhere in sight.
Kael growled, claws scraping the jagged stone. “We’ve been cornered… but we’re not done. Not yet. Nara, stay with me. Lyra, anchor what remains!”
Nara’s silver fire flared, spiraling around her, trying to stabilize the chaotic energy around her. “Kael… it’s… stronger than before. The fissure…
