The tension in the air was palpable as Aurelia and I sprinted toward the altar, the oppressive weight of dark magic pressing down on us with every step. The ground beneath us trembled as Zhaegor thrashed, its monstrous form illuminated by the flickering light of Aurelia's flames. I knew we were running out of time; the beast was growing more desperate, and every moment we wasted put us closer to a brutal end.
"Listen closely," I said, my voice cutting through the chaos as we moved, "the key to severing Zhaegor's link is in the runes on the altar. They're feeding it energy, and we need to find the right one to disrupt the connection."
Aurelia's fiery eyes darted toward me, her lips curling into a half-snarl. "So what, we're just gonna play rune roulette? You better have more than that, bastard."
