The Devourer’s form solidified, a grotesque parody of a dragon, its scales obsidian shards, eyes burning holes in the reality around them. Claws like obsidian daggers scraped against the cavern floor, sending tremors that threatened to collapse the entire grotto. Its roar, a sound that echoed the death knell of worlds, ripped through the air, shaking them to their very core. Lyra, Kael, and Elara were thrown back, the force of the sound alone nearly shattering their eardrums. The Keepers, their ethereal forms flickering, struggled to maintain their protective barrier, their light dimming under the sheer weight of the Devourer’s malevolence.
Elara, her face etched with pain, gasped, blood trickling from a wound on her arm where a shard of rock had pierced her skin. The earth beneath her fe
