Elizabeth stood among the bodies, the air heavy with the metallic tang of blood and the lingering stench of beastly death. Mana pulsed from her with every breath, the rhythm of her heartbeat syncing with the power coiling within her veins. Her amber eyes, laced with a faint dragon glow, sharpened as she whispered under her breath, words that carried weight beyond the living.
"Eternal Dragon's Requiem."
The ground trembled in answer. A massive circle of runes unfurled beneath the fourteen fallen wolves, its edges burning with a pale green luminescence. Shadows stretched unnaturally, twisting into jagged tendrils that reached up like hungry claws, dragging the corpses down into the circle. Their bodies sank as if the earth itself demanded their return.
