The moment the shadows surged through the temple doors, the world erupted into chaos
Eryndor thrust his hand forward, the Voice flaring from his palm in a beam of pale light. The wave struck the first wave of dark forms, sending them shrieking into dust. But more came — dozens, maybe hundreds — shapes without faces, armoured in smoke and fire.
Lyra loosed a volley of arrows that blazed with blue runes, each one striking its mark. “They just keep coming!”
Zephyr’s winds roared down the hall, whipping up a vortex that sent fragments of crystal spinning. “Hold the centre! Don’t let them surround us!”
Thorne’s battle cry shook the chamber as his blade cut through two shadowed figures in one swing. “I’ll hold the line!”
The air trembled under the clash of light and darkness. For every crea
