The crystalline walls of the chamber pulsed with the raw, untamed mana of Alhara, mirroring the frantic beat of Zani's heart. She was a blur of motion, her blade a silver streak, her Blazer flaring with blinding white light as she met the onslaught of the ancient Dalins. They were relentless, their multi-faceted bodies shimmering, dissolving into the crystal walls only to reappear from another angle, their golden talons aiming for the vulnerable prince behind her.
"My lord! How much longer?" Zani cried, her voice strained. A Dalin's tail lashed out, scoring a deep, glowing gash across her thigh. She grunted, a flicker of pain crossing her face, but her resolve never wavered. Her "One That Watches" aspect screamed, urging her to push harder, to be faster, to protect the key.
