The battlefield was chaos.
The Rising Moon warriors fought with everything they had, but the shadow creatures were relentless.
Every strike that landed seemed to do little more than slow them down.
The creatures reformed from the darkness, their glowing eyes void of emotion, their bodies unnatural and shifting.
Cain and Caleb stood side by side, their presence radiating power. The witches had given them something—an energy that pulsed through their veins, a connection to something ancient.
Cain raised his hand, and the symbols the witches had burned into his skin glowed in response.
He could feel the shift in the air, the magic surrounding them.
"We have to find the source!" Caleb shouted, dodging a strike from one of the creatures.
"These things are being controlled!"
Chris
