The electric tendrils surging from Thorin shattered the shadow spike and tentacle. It then illuminates the surrounding darkness.
As they dissipated, Liam's weary body almost collapsed, with only the force of his willpower and the support of Talonstrike, now firmly impaled into the ground, keeping him up standing.
His voice, hoarse and strained from exertion, "Irys!"
After her release, every fiber of Irys's being screamed for vengeance, driving her toward Morgana. But Liam's agonized scream pierced through her rage, pulling her back to reality.
As her fiery red eyes slowly faded to their familiar amber hue, she pivoted, her gaze locking onto Liam's condition. The sight momentarily stilled her heart, an overwhelming mix of concern and relief coursing through her.
She quickly moved Liam's side and gently propped him up.
Her voice, a soft whisper laced with a mix of anger and grief, "Zalya, Alric…"
