The cavern trembled again, deep and guttural. The corrupted monstrosities grew more dark tendrils, their hulking form pulsing with deeper, more insidious corruption. The oppressive energy thickened, pressing down like an unseen force, making every breath feel like swallowing tar.
Anna had joined the mages and was supporting slayers and Hunters from the side, her lightning magic was easily recognisable on the battlefield.
A brilliant arc of lightning split the darkness, crackling through the horde of undead like a divine whip. Where it struck, corrupted flesh blackened and disintegrated, bodies convulsing before disintegrating into ash.
A feminine voice, familiar to Anna, cut through the chaos.
"Anna!"
Anna's breath hitched.
"Jane!"
Her sister—the one person she had searched for, longed for, dreamed of—was here.
