Those words underscored the mission's escalating stakes, the cult's escape and Vark's insidious involvement was a dual, relentless threat, their Veil ties was a dark shadow that deepened the challenge.
The shadow crystal in her pack pulsed faintly with its volatile energy that was a double-edged asset for the battles that lay ahead.
Lyra prepared to pursue the cult with an unwavering resolve, Salaris's midnight feathers gleamed vibrantly under the village's lanterns, her obsidian talons clicking sharply on the worn cobblestones, ready to join Kelvin and Darius at the Sanctum.
Vark's shadow loomed like a storm on the distant horizon, their bond was a radiant flame against the encroaching darkness, their resolve was burning like the shadow essence that they would face, their hearts were steady and unyielding as Salaris released a screech that echoed through the quiet night, a solemn promise of triumph in the face of shadow and ruin.
