The ruined castle stood in oppressive silence, the thunder rumbling ominously in the darkened sky. Lightning illuminated the jagged spires and fractured walls, casting fleeting shadows across the battlefield.
Rex crashed into the ground near the ruined stronghold's entrance, his golden aura flickering weakly as his body tumbled against the stone-laden earth. The impact sent cracks rippling outward, the remnants of his light dimming further.
Rex groaned, his voice a strained whisper of pain. His trembling hands dug into the hard ground as he attempted to push himself upright. His knees buckled, his body swaying like a flickering flame fighting against the storm.
He clenched his teeth, his breaths uneven as his abdomen throbbed with relentless agony.
The sound of a second impact drew his gaze backward. Eratz landed heavily, the ground crunching beneath his weight.
