THE SHADOW’S FINAL COUNTER
The chamber quaked, molten veins writhing violently, adaptive fragments flickering into jagged forms, reforming faster than the heirs could track. Kael’s amber eyes burned with Alpha intensity, wolf form bristling as he scanned the shifting battlefield. Nara’s silver fire spiraled, coiling tighter around molten veins, energy crackling violently with every pulse. Lyra’s golden aura flared, stabilizing fragments and anchoring the molten terrain. Riven’s claws flexed, precise and lethal, moving through molten debris to intercept the fastest fragments before they could strike.
Kael growled, low and deliberate. “It’s not finished. Whatever we struck—it’s only the beginning. Its final attack… it’s coming. Brace yourselves!”
Nara’s silver fire spiraled violently. “I
