The air crackled with an ominous surge of energy as the Younger Woman, Donovan, Theran, Miriam, and Mikhail huddled together, their battered bodies trembling from the relentless torment they had endured.
Their breaths came in ragged gasps, their muscles quaking under the strain of exhaustion, yet their eyes burned with a fierce resolve.
The moment had come—a desperate gambit forged from sheer necessity. As one, they pooled their remaining strength, summoning mana from the deepest recesses of their souls.
A low hum filled the air, growing louder and deeper with every passing second.
The forest, dark and foreboding, seemed to recoil in response to the sheer concentration of power being gathered. Shadows flickered wildly, spiraling around the group as the raw energy distorted the space around them.
