The forest was alive with chaos. The remaining Ombra roared with unrelenting fury, their massive bodies shifting as they lunged forward, their crystal antlers gleaming ominously under the faint, eerie light that filtered through the canopy. Orian stood at the forefront, his blade raised, his pink eyes glowing with an intensity that reflected his resolve.
"Luna, keep the barriers up!" he commanded, his voice cutting through the noise.
"Y-Yes, Onii-sama!" Luna replied, her voice trembling with both fear and determination. She extended her arms, creating a shimmering barrier in front of her to shield herself from the relentless onslaught. The pink glow of her magic illuminated her face, and her heart raced as she focused all her energy on supporting her brother.
Azazel, positioned to Orian's left, cracked his knuckles, his lips curling into a determined smirk. "Let's make this quick," he muttered, his voice gruff but calm. "I'm tired of these overgrown monkeys."
