The shadows surged around them, each one more threatening than the last, twisting into grotesque forms with glowing red eyes and jagged limbs. The earth beneath Morgana's feet trembled, threatening to give way at any moment. She could feel the pulse of the Heart of Oaths, its energy surging, as if in anticipation of the trial that lay ahead.
Kirin, his sword already drawn, took his place beside her. Lyana, with her eyes glowing faintly from the storm magic that coursed through her, positioned herself at the rear, her staff poised and ready to command the winds. Morgana could feel their resolve, their unity, forming an invisible bond that connected them. She knew this trial was not just a test of strength, but a test of the very trust they had built.
"Stand your ground," Kirin called, his voice unwavering. "We face this together."
