The chamber became busy with their voices as each tamer was strategizing with a clear precision.
Their eyes and minds were locked on the letter's warnings, the mention of Vark's Crew and the Veil cult was a shadow that deepened the mission's stakes.
Kelvin gathered some fire-resistant ores from the mines, their ember glow was enhancing his lances' potency, their heat was a counter to the zombies' necrotic chill.
Lyra unpacked some shadow essence from her pack, its dark shimmer was indeed sharpening her cages, their precision were vital for binding the horde's decayed forms.
Darius sorted soul-sealing tools, their soulstream runes were stabilizing his blasts, the riftborn altar shard kept pulsing faintly in his pack, and its energy was a key to countering the zombies' Veil corruption.
