The air inside the temple was thick with the remnants of the spell Morgana had cast. Magic still pulsed faintly through the stone walls, echoing in the silence after the battle with the Dark Wardens. Morgana, Kirin, and Lyana stood amidst the rubble, their breaths heavy, the weight of what had just transpired pressing down on them.
"We bought ourselves some time," Morgana said, her voice low, steady. "But we've only delayed the inevitable."
Kirin sheathed his sword, his hands shaking slightly from the battle. "We can't keep running from them. If they come at us again, we might not be so lucky."
Lyana, her staff still glowing faintly from the magic she had summoned, nodded in agreement. "We need to find out who's sending them. The Dark Wardens aren't acting on their own."
