The dark elf turned slowly, her cold eyes locking onto the group. A sinister smile curled at her lips as she took in the sight of them, her gaze lingering on Azer.
"So, you've found me," Naya said, her voice smooth and unnervingly calm. "I suppose I should commend you. But you're too late."
Azer stepped forward, anger blazing in his eyes. "Where is Amara?! What have you done to her?!"
Naya's smile widened. "Amara… Ah, yes. Your precious wife. You'll see her soon enough, Prince Azer, but first…" She raised her hand, and in an instant, the ground beneath them rumbled.
Dark energy swirled around Naya, and the air grew thick with malevolent magic. Shadows writhed at her feet, taking shape into twisted, monstrous forms that began to advance toward the group.
"Prepare yourselves!" Yunis shouted as he raised his hands, his divine magic flaring to life.
