He swept his gaze over his companions; those resolute, solemn faces reflected an iron will tempered a hundredfold, like steel forged in endless flame.
Liya gripped the Staff of Life tightly, her limpid eyes gliding over the ruins and broken walls around them; golden Runes pulsed in her palm, radiating a warmth that was steady and unswerving.
"This time, no matter how dark the power behind it, we must uproot it completely."
Lucia's shoulders were draped in a silver robe. With a gentle motion of her fingertips, a faint arcane ripple encircled the Array around them.
Her words were delicate yet powerful: "Though the star orbits lie far away, justice shall never lose its course.
The Witch Rider Corps will cleave apart the gloom of Eternal Night and return clarity to the world."
In silence, they walked slowly into the depths of the hall, and a suffocating, murky pressure rushed forth to meet them.
