The forest erupted with chaos as the battle between Drace and Morvane raged on. Morvane, despite his determination, found himself at a clear disadvantage. His shadow beast lunged repeatedly at Drace, only for its attacks to be effortlessly evaded or dissolved by invisible forces.
Drace moved with a calm precision, his steps measured and deliberate, as though he had already decided the outcome. Morvane gritted his teeth, frustration mounting with every failed strike.
Blood dripped from his wounded arm, and pain shot through his body, but he refused to yield. Suddenly, his gaze flickered to his frame, strapped securely at his side. It held the power gems—the last remnants of hope he had to turn the tide.
Without hesitation, Morvane reached for it, his fingers trembling as he pulled out the red gem. It gleamed ominously in his hand, pulsing with energy.
