"Focus, Evan!" Rhea snapped, her voice sharp but not unkind. "Stay close and watch your footing."
Evan nodded quickly, his face flushed with embarrassment. He tightened his grip on his spear, his eyes scanning the battlefield with renewed determination.
The shadows continued to surge forward, their numbers seemingly endless, but the group held their ground, each of them fighting with everything they had. Sylvanna's arrows rained down, her aim unerring, her eyes gleaming with focus. Sharon's powerful swings continued to cleave through the shadows, her movements more controlled now, each strike more calculated.
Dravis moved towards the center of the magic circle, his eyes narrowing as he studied the glowing runes. He could feel the dark energy radiating from the center of the chamber, a pulsing force that seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment. The source of the shadows was near—he could feel it.
