INTO THE HEART OF SHADOW
The forest was eerily silent in the aftermath of the counterstrike. Charred trees and molten scars marked the battlefield, the air heavy with ash and the lingering pulse of dark energy. Kael’s amber eyes scanned the horizon, wolf form tense, muscles coiled like a spring. Nara’s silver fire spiraled around her hands, flickering as she tapped into the residual echoes of the fragment. Lyra’s golden aura stabilized the surroundings, holding back stray tendrils of shadow that still writhed like serpents in the distance. Riven flexed his claws, jaw tight, scanning for any sign of the Primordial Shadow’s presence.
Kael’s voice was low, fierce. “We can’t stay here. It’s drawing power from the remnants of the forest. If we wait, it will strike again—stronger, smarter.”
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