The air around the temple crackled with dark energy as Amara's forces clashed with the Iron Fists. The sharp clang of steel echoed through the crumbling ruins, blending with the furious roar of the storm above. Crimson lightning streaked across the sky, casting violent flashes over the battlefield.
Amara moved like a tempest, her blade slicing through enemy lines with lethal precision. Each strike was efficient, but a dark unease gnawed at her core. The Keeper of Forgotten Pacts—his power, his warning—loomed over her thoughts, an ominous shadow that refused to fade.
"We can't hold them here for long!" Kirin shouted through the chaos, blood streaking his sword as he battled his way toward her. "There are too many!"
