Suddenly, a Kharaksa guard emerges from behind a jagged coral outcropping. Its segmented body glistens with a dark skin, and its glowing red eyes fixate on the intruders. Without hesitation, it lets out a piercing, high-pitched screech, the sound reverberating through the water.
The screeching intensifies as the Kharaksa slams its claws into a nearby resin-covered structure, sending out a rippling pulse of light. Azure watches as the village comes alive—chittering forms spill out of the resin-coated buildings, their movements quick and predatory.
"They're coming," Azure says, his prana flaring instinctively around him. The faint golden aura pulsates, casting an eerie glow across his features.
Taryn draws his weapon, a serrated glaive that hums with raw energy. "Stick to the plan! I'll keep the big one busy. Don't get overwhelmed."
"Worry about yourself," Azure retorts, his voice calm but laced with determination.
