Wei Lin nodded in agreement. "Let's begin."
Without further hesitation, the group sprang into action. Darian and Mara engaged the nearest statues, their weapons clashing against the stone with a sound like thunder. The force of the impact sent shockwaves through the chamber, but the statues remained unmoved, their forms unyielding as the mountain itself.
Wei Lin moved with precision and grace, her staff flowing in a series of intricate patterns as she aimed for the joints and weak points of the statue wielding the stone sword. Each strike was calculated, her movements in harmony with the rhythm of the earth beneath her feet. But the statue, driven by the power of the ancient runes, countered with relentless force, its sword slicing through the air with deadly precision.
