The duskprowlers' territory stretched far, their howls echoing through the wilds like warning drums. But instead of fear, it fueled the party. Every clash was a chance, every kill a step forward.
The ember elixirs had begun to settle in their bodies.
It wasn't just stamina and vitality. they could all feel the slow strengthening of their cores, the way aether flowed smoother, sharper, almost eager to answer their will.
Nyra was the first to push herself. She had been stubborn with the Cryowind Shift, and now she forced it into her battles. The duskprowlers lunged with blinding speed, wind howling at their claws, but her body flickered away in bursts of cold mist. Fwoosh. She would vanish from one spot, shards of ice scattering, then reappear behind them, her frost-laced blades already slicing. The strain was still there, her knees buckled once when she landed wrong, but she grit her teeth and struck back.
