The realization hit Elara like a lightning strike. The runes weren't just decorations—they were the lifeblood of the Warden, channels of energy that fueled its immense power. Each rune on the walls of the chamber pulsed in unison with the Warden's every move, the crimson light within them brightening with each strike of its sword.
"The runes!" she shouted, her voice rising above the clamor of battle. "They're feeding the Warden! We need to disrupt them!"
Ethan and Bryn exchanged quick, understanding glances. They both knew what had to be done. Ethan tightened his grip on his sword, his eyes narrowing with determination, while Bryn adjusted his stance, ready to act on Elara's command. Lyra, who had been concentrating on shielding them with her magic, shifted her focus to the runes themselves, her eyes gleaming with newfound clarity.
"I'll try to break the connection," Lyra said, raising her hands to weave a complex spell. "But I'll need time!"
