The clearing hummed with a sinister energy, the glow from the dark stones pulsing like a heartbeat. The air itself seemed heavier, charged with an unnatural force that prickled at the skin. Selyna tightened her grip on her daggers, her sharp gaze flickering between the shifting shadows. Beside her, Elvara stood tall, her staff crackling with silver energy.
'You'd think they'd run out of shadowy minions by now,'
Selyna muttered, her voice low but steady.
'Dark magic isn't that simple,'
Elvara replied, her tone calm but focused.
'These aren't just conjured beings. They're tethered to something — something powerful.'
'Great,'
Selyna said dryly.
'Let's break it.'
