The ground trembled beneath their feet as Lyria’s dark power surged, the runes on her skin glowing with an eerie, violet light. Eryndor instinctively raised her hand, the runes on her own skin flaring in response, a pulse of energy radiating outwards. The air between them crackled, charged with the tension of their confrontation.
“Don’t think you can defeat me so easily,” Lyria sneered, her voice low and filled with malice. Her eyes burned with a twisted sense of certainty, as if she were already victorious.
Eryndor’s heart pounded in her chest, but she stood tall, her violet eyes narrowing. “You’ve already lost, Lyria. You just don’t know it yet.”
Lyria laughed, a hollow sound that echoed through the shattered ruins of the sanctuary. “You think you can stop me? You can barely control t
