Cruzer knew they were running out of time. The Warden loomed before them like a mountain of shadows, its crimson eyes fixed on the group.
The other shadow-beings continued to close in, surrounding them like a black tide. Every second they spent fighting this creature brought them closer to being overwhelmed.
"Get ready!" Cruzer shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos. "We're going to break through this thing in one shot!"
The Iron Hawks emissary braced himself, gripping his hammer tightly. "What's the plan?"
"Hit it hard—everything we've got, all at once," Cruzer replied, his eyes locked on the Warden. "We'll create an opening and push through to the source. We don't have time to take it down completely!"
Elara, still weaving her hands through the air as she tracked the source, nodded grimly. "I'll provide a burst of power to weaken it. Just make sure you hit it when its guard is down!"
