Xerion hissed violently, as it scales was bristling with instinctive hatred. Salaris screeched, a sound that was sharp enough to cut air.
Even Rhoam, whose calmness outweighed Darius's, let out a bellow that shook the rim. The beasts knew before their tamers could admit it that their final nemesis awaited them.
Kelvin lowered his spear. The steel rang as its end kissed stone, a sharp note that sliced through the suffocating chant.
Lyra lifted her bow. She nocked an arrow, the string taut was glowing faintly as if the weapon itself refused to remain unlit in this abyss.
Darius slammed his shield against the ground and sparks bursted from the fissures where metal struck cursed stone.
And their beasts answered as one. Xerion's hiss rolled low, venomous with a vow of murder. Salaris's screech pierced the sky and Hollow alike, scattering lingering vapors.
