The creature's ascent was relentless, shaking the ridge with each step. As it closed the distance, Elara's resolve hardened. The others positioned themselves around her, forming a protective circle, though they all knew this was no ordinary enemy.
The oppressive energy thickened, pressing against their lungs, but Elara could feel the Heart's rhythm within her. The beat thrummed louder, pulsing in time with her heartbeat, and for a moment, the connection between her and the creature felt almost tangible.
Morgana's voice cut through the tension, sharp and urgent. "We need to weaken its link to the land before it gets here, or we won't stand a chance."
"How?" Kirin asked, drawing his blade, the steel glinting in the dim light.
Morgana raised her staff, its glow intensifying. "The magic it's drawing from—it's ancient, tied to this place. We have to sever that connection, but it will take time."
