The shadow wraith snarled as it slammed against the barrier of light Elara had conjured. Its form rippled and distorted, trying to slip through cracks that weren't there. But the barrier held strong, fed by Elara's connection to the ley lines beneath them. She could feel the energy coursing through her, a fierce current of power, stronger than she had ever experienced.
"Now!" she shouted, her voice steady despite the tension.
Lyra lunged forward, her blade flashing in the sunlight as it sliced through the air. The wraith twisted unnaturally, barely dodging the strike. It was fast, unnervingly so, but Lyra was faster. She adjusted mid-swing and slashed at its side, her blade humming with the faint traces of the celestial energy still lingering from the ritual.
The wraith hissed in pain, its form flickering as Lyra's blade tore into its dark essence. But instead of retreating, it pressed forward, its eyes locking onto Elara once more.
