The ground shook as the creatures of the Abyss closed in, their grotesque forms illuminated by the eerie glow of Solhaven's lanterns. They moved like shadows given life—distorted, fluid, and unnervingly silent. At the forefront, a hulking beast with jagged claws and glowing, molten veins let out a guttural roar, shattering the stillness of the night.
Ryu stepped forward, Voidfang humming in his grip. The weapon pulsed faintly, resonating with the shard on the table inside Marek's workshop. Kaelith stood beside him, her hand outstretched as shimmering glyphs began forming in the air around her.
"Draven, hold the line!" Ryu shouted.
Draven hefted his massive axe with a grunt, planting himself in front of the workshop's door. His silhouette was imposing against the dim light, a wall of muscle and steel. "They won't get through me," he said, his voice like gravel.
