Their combined efforts turned the forest into a battlefield of traps and spells.
The ground behind them was scorched, riddled with spikes, and covered in debris.
Illusions darted through the trees, their ghostly forms adding to the chaos. But even with everything they threw at Lyerin, his laughter remained a haunting presence in the distance, growing louder with every passing second.
Miriam coughed violently, blood staining her lips as she stumbled. "We're… throwing everything we have at him… and he's still coming."
"He's toying with us," Theran said, his voice filled with despair. "He hasn't even tried to catch up yet. He's letting us burn ourselves out."
"Don't think about it!" Donovan snapped, though his own panic was evident. "Just keep moving!"
The forest grew darker as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows that seemed to reach out toward them.
