Lyla’s fingers wrapped around the Obsidian Fang, and a jolt of icy energy surged through her body. It was as though the artefact itself was alive, its dark power pushing against her like a physical force. For a moment, the cavern seemed to vanish, replaced by a swirling abyss of shadow and whispers.
The voices were low and guttural, a language she couldn’t understand but felt deep in her bones. They tugged at her mind, offering power and promises that were both tantalizing and terrifying.
“Lyla!” Eli’s voice broke through the haze, dragging her back to reality. She blinked, her surroundings snapping into focus. The cavern was still dark, the massive black wolf still battling Eli and Dani at its centre.
“Destroy it!” Eli shouted, blood dripping from a gash on his arm.
Lyla’s grip tighte
