The cavernous chamber pulsed with an unholy rhythm, the void-carved walls throbbing like a living heart. King Soris clutched the sword, its hilt warm and humming in his grip, as if it recognized him—or rejected him. The blade's faint glow cast jagged shadows across his blood-streaked armor, and the weight of his father's legacy pressed heavier than the steel in his hand. Behind him, the monstrous guardian loomed, its gelatinous form writhing with countless tendrils, each tipped with a sapphire eye that burned with malevolent hunger.
"Keep it distracted!" Soris bellowed, his voice echoing over the chaos. His knights, battered but resolute, tightened their formation, shields raised against the lashing tendrils. The succubi, uneasy allies for the moment, darted through the air, their claws slashing at the creature's amorphous bulk. Mirelle D'Agraval hovered above, her crimson eyes blazing with a mix of fury and fear.
