Raven, Lyra, and Eira were ambushed by a group of figures, their faces twisted with malice. The three of them fought bravely, but they were vastly outnumbered. Just as they were starting to gain the upper hand, a loud cry pierced the air.
The communication device with Raven sound. Kaelara's voice was heard she sound weak, but talk urgent. Lirien's eyes were sunken, and her skin was deathly pale. They were being dragged away by the shadowy figures, their screams echoing through the ruins.
Raven's eyes blazed with determination. He charged forward, his sword flashing in the dim light. Lyra and Eira followed close behind, fighting off the attackers with all their might.
As they fought, Raven teleport to the Dwarven clan in which Kaelara was and he noticed that the shadows seemed to be coalescing into a figure. It was a woman with long black hair and piercing red eyes. Her presence seemed to draw the light out of the air, leaving only darkness in its wake.
"Who are you?" Raven demanded, his sword raised.
The woman smiled. "I am Nyx, the Weaver of Shadows," she said. "And the three are just pawns in my game."
With a flick of her wrist, Nyx sent a dark tendril snaking towards Kaelara. Raven shouted out in horror as it wrapped itself around his fiancée's throat.
"You will pay for this," Raven growled, charging forward.
Lyra and Eira fought valiantly beside him, but they were no match for Nyx's powers. Kaelara's eyes began to glaze over, and Lirien's breathing grew shallower.
"We have to get out of here," Lyra whispered urgently. "We can't defeat her."
Raven's jaw clenched in determination. "We'll find a way," he said. "We have to."