A low hum filled the air as Nyverra stopped in front of the second red pillar.
The atmosphere buzzed with unstable mana, thick and oppressive. The beam of red light shooting into the sky from the crystal, at it's center casted eerie shadows across her face.
"So this is what's messing with the barrier," she whispered, her violet eyes narrowing. "Time to shut it down."
Without waiting, Nyverra stepped forward. Her black sword hung at her side, the blade slightly curved and pulsing with faint darkness.
Then, her eyes narrowed, as she looked at her side.
Shhk.
She twisted to the side just on the correct time. A gust of wind brushed her cheek as a blade passed where her head had been.
A cloaked figure emerged from the shadows beside the crystal, their face completely hidden beneath a tattered black hood.
Nothing about the figure spoke—no words, no presence, just an overwhelming silence.
Nyverra's grip on her sword tightened. "So you're the one behind this."
