The air grew heavy with determination, the kind born from desperation and defiance. Despite the crushing weight of their exhaustion, Donovan, Theran, Miriam, Mikhail, and the Younger Woman refused to give up. Their breaths came in ragged gasps, their limbs trembled under the strain, but their eyes burned with an unyielding fire.
Lyerin, standing tall and unbothered, regarded them with a mixture of amusement and anticipation. His sharp features caught the faint light of the moon, casting shadows that only enhanced his predatory aura. He cocked his head, his grin widening as he clasped his hands behind his back. "Oh, so we're doing this again?" he asked, his tone dripping with mockery. "By all means, entertain me."
And they did.
