As they walked through the swamp not even twenty seconds after her fight, they felt a sudden change.
The swamp fell deathly silent, save for the faint crackling of bones being reassembled. Shadows writhed violently, and the ground beneath Miya's boots trembled as two massive surges of power burst from the remnants of the Boniclaws.
A deep, guttural roar echoed from the darkness. The air turned frigid, and a heavy pressure, thick with death energy and despair, rolled over the swamp like a tidal wave. Miya nearly staggered slightly under its weight, her knees buckling for a split second before she straightened, her eyes burning with defiance and battle madness.
From the bone fragments scattered across the battlefield, the Boniclaws rose anew, their frames far larger, reinforced with armor-like layers of jagged bone. Darkness and death energy coiled around them in thick, swirling tendrils, cracking the ground beneath their feet with sheer intensity.
