The ground surged with an energy so intense it seemed to tear through dimensions, sending shockwaves that Tyler felt deep in his bones. He barely managed to roll to the side as the jagged eruption split the floor where he’d been lying. Stone shards and arcs of crimson light scattered in every direction, the sheer force deafening.
Amara stood at the center of the maelstrom, her figure silhouetted by the vortex of light and shadow above her. The blade in her hand still crackled with power, yet she remained motionless, her head tilted upward as though in silent communion with the energy coursing through the room.
“Tyler!” A familiar voice rang out, cutting through the chaos.
He turned sharply to see Layla and Jace rushing into the cavern, their expressions a mixture of shock and determinat
