The rocky terrain of the mountain pass grew narrower, flanked by jagged cliffs that loomed ominously overhead. The faint hum of the relic pulsing at Kaelron's side was the only sound breaking the uneasy silence. Ignis walked close to him, the gryphon's feathers bristling as if sensing danger.
"Something's not right," Zerin muttered, his daggers already in hand. His sharp gaze scanned the shadows ahead.
Nyx nodded, Umbra letting out a low growl at her side. "They're close. I can feel it."
Kaelron tightened his grip on his staff, the relic's pulsing growing stronger. "Stay ready. They won't catch us off guard this time."
Eryk's frost wolf, Frostbane, sniffed the air, its icy breath misting in the cold. Suddenly, the wolf froze, its growl deepening.
"They're here," Eryk warned, drawing his blade.
