As the echoes of battle began to fade, Morgana and her companions found themselves standing atop the jagged ledge, looking down upon the swirling mass of shadows that writhed like a living entity below them. The chill in the air was palpable, an oppressive force that seemed to seep into their bones. The dark shapes churned, drawn to the radiant light that emanated from the Heart of Oaths, their shrieks a haunting symphony of despair and anger.
"We can't stay here for long," Kirin said, his voice steady but laced with urgency. "They'll find a way to breach our defenses if we don't act."
Morgana nodded, her eyes fixed on the shifting shadows. "We need to find the source of their power. If we can disrupt it, we may be able to turn the tide of this battle."
