The ruins of the bridge's stone arches crumbled while their surfaces were etched with faded runes that flickered weakly.
Level 7 Rare Necrofell Ghouls guarded the crossing, while their decayed forms lurched from the shadows of the riverbank, their skeletal claws glowes with Veil energy, their necrotic cores pulsed with malevolent intent, their guttural groans echoed like a death knell across the desolate expanse.
Kelvin's fire lances flared with icy precision, their flames pierced the ghouls' cores, sending sparks flying across the riverbank, Xerion's vortexes burned through their decayed flesh, his golden eyes was locked on their writhing forms, his fiery breath seared through their ranks.
Lyra's shadow cages snapped shut with dark, shimmering force, their tendrils binding the ghouls' claws, immobilizing their lunging attacks, Salaris's talons passed through their brittle spines, her screeches forced out their groans, while her wings was cutting through the haze.
