Two shadows dropped from the sky.
Pride landed first.
He stood like a titan—muscular, towering, wrapped in armor that shimmered with veins of dark-purple light.
The energy flowed thick and slow, like molten ink, slipping through the joints in his frame.
A massive blade followed behind him, made from shadow, its tip screeching softly as it dragged along the ground.
It wasn't elegant.
It was heavy. Brutal.
The drop cracked the stone underneath his feet and shook the ground.
The moment he dropped, the mages surrounded him and unleashed everything they had.
Fire spells exploded in his face. His body froze over. Then they sank him into the ground—coating him in stone, layer by layer.
Making sure he couldn't move.
A breath of relief escaped their lips…
Until the earth began to tremble.
A single hand burst from the dirt—dark, massive, alive.
Pride pulled himself up slowly, rising like nothing had happened at all.
