Amara could feel her heart pounding in her chest, each beat echoing in the hollow silence that stretched between her and the towering figure emerging from the abyss. The air was thick with power—dark, ancient energy that threatened to suffocate the world around them. Her grip on the shard tightened, its pulse still thrumming with the residual power she had unleashed moments before, but it felt weak now, insufficient in the face of this new force.
Jaren stood beside her, his body trembling not from the lingering injuries, but from the sheer presence of what loomed in front of them. His eyes, wide with disbelief, flickered back and forth between Amara and the dark entity that now filled the sky. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came. The fear was palpable, sinking into the marrow
