Sylra and Kaelor, their bodies still recovering from the brutal clash, moved toward Thorne's lifeless corpse with predatory intent. Their eyes glinted with greed, knowing that the body of a fallen elder like Thorne would be an invaluable asset—one that could grant them unimaginable power.
With Thorne's corpse transformed into their puppet, they would ascend to a level of dominance few could challenge.
Sylra's fingers twitched with anticipation as she reached out toward Thorne's still form. "A corpse like this," she murmured, her voice a mix of reverence and hunger, "could elevate us beyond what we ever dreamed."
Kaelor chuckled darkly beside her, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Thorne will serve us better in death than he ever did in life." His tone was filled with arrogance, as though they had already secured their prize.
But before either of them could lay a hand on Thorne's body, a sudden, violent impact shook the ground.
