The forest seemed to breathe with malevolence as Tyler and Amara stood at the edge of the clearing, the talisman in Tyler’s hand glowing faintly like a heartbeat. Every flicker of its light felt like a countdown, a reminder of how little time they had left.
The massive figure of the Primordial One loomed in the distance, its shadow consuming the landscape. Its form shifted and writhed, a monstrous amalgamation of smoke and fire, as though the very essence of chaos had taken shape. Around its base, the corrupted wolves gathered, their glowing crimson eyes locked on Tyler and Amara.
“Stay close,” Tyler said, his voice low but firm.
“I’m not leaving your side,” Amara replied, though her trembling hand betrayed the fear she tried to mask.
The talisman pulsed again, sending a surge of warmt
