The chasm radiated an unbearable heat, its veins of light pulsating with raw, primal power. The energy seemed to fuel Lyria, who now stood taller, her shadowy armor twisting and writhing as though alive. Her darkened eyes locked onto Eryndor, radiating both menace and glee.
Kaelen muttered under his breath, his dagger ready. “I hate to be the voice of doubt, but how exactly are we supposed to fight that?”
“With everything we have,” Seris said, his sword already in his hands, the steel gleaming faintly in the glow of the vein.
Eryndor didn’t answer. Her runes burned hot against her skin, reacting to the energy from the vein. She could feel the ancient magic coursing through her, not just from the runes but from the earth itself. For a fleeting moment, it felt as though the land itself we
