As Ulthra struggled to her feet, blood dripping from her lips, Saryna's voice cut through the chaos like a blade. "Stop!" she shouted, her tone carrying an authority that silenced the battlefield. The Harbingers, scattered and battered, turned toward their leader. Each of their faces reflected confusion, anger, and disbelief as they watched the two Horsemen standing effortlessly against them.
"Saryna?" Varek called, a note of desperation in his voice. His hand clutched the hilt of his sword, knuckles white, but he hesitated, waiting for direction. Gorrath, still reeling from Garrick's kick, spat blood onto the dirt, his blackened flames flickering weakly around his fists. Myrris, eyes darting between Garrick and Hera, growled low under her breath.
