ASSAULT ON THE SHADOW CORE
The chamber pulsed with molten light, veins of dark energy twisting like living serpents across the walls. Kael crouched low, wolf form tensing, amber eyes scanning every shadow, every flicker of movement. Nara’s silver fire coiled around her hands, spiraling outward, casting a faint glow on the molten terrain. Lyra’s golden aura flared in rhythmic bursts, stabilizing patches of the collapsing chamber. Riven’s claws glinted sharply, his form coiled and ready, muscles twitching in anticipation.
Kael’s growl was low, deliberate. “This is it—the heart of the Primordial Shadow. Every fragment, every tendril… it’s connected here. We strike as one, or we fall separately.”
Nara nodded, silver fire intensifying. “Its adaptive intelligence is strongest here. It will an
