Kael rose to his feet, shaken but not defeated. The pulse of magic from the Lady of Shadows still reverberated in the air, filling the room with a suffocating weight. His mind raced, his muscles tensed, preparing for what came next. Morgana, still steady at his side, met his gaze. No words were needed between them—this was no longer just a fight for survival. This was a battle for the future.
The Lady of Shadows, her dark robes swirling around her like an ethereal mist, regarded them with a cold smile, her eyes glinting with an ancient malice. "You are brave," she said, her voice a low, melodic whisper that sent chills down Kael's spine, "but ultimately, you are fools."
The ground beneath them cracked and groaned as if the very earth was being twisted by her will. The shadows seemed to grow darker, swirling around her, reaching out like hungry tendrils to consume everything in their path.
