The roar of the vortex echoed through the ruins, its dark energy twisting the air into a swirling tempest. The ground cracked beneath their feet, and the ancient stones of Thalrune trembled as though the city itself was awakening from a deep slumber.
Elara could feel the raw power emanating from the conduit—wild, uncontrollable, and far beyond anything they had anticipated. She could see the fear in her companions' eyes, though none of them wavered. This was what they had come for, what they had risked everything for. If they failed now, the Obsidian Flame would unleash a force capable of reshaping the world.
"We need to shut it down!" Elara shouted over the deafening wind, her voice barely audible.
Eldra, still channeling magic into the obelisk, shook her head. "It's not that simple! The conduit is responding to both our magic and the Shadow Herald's! If we don't find a way to separate their influence, we could destroy everything."
