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.'
The first creature lunged, its distorted form flickering as though it barely existed in the material world. Selyna darted forward, her movements a blur. Her dagger found its mark, slicing through the creature's shadowy frame. It let out a shrill, otherworldly scream before dissolving into wisps of darkness.
'One down,'
