The cavern exploded into chaos.
Mira danced through the cultists, blade flashing silver in the dark. Edran's staff burned with runes, casting bolts of light that shattered shadow beasts into ash.
Aric unleashed his fire. It roared from him in waves, engulfing enemies, shaking the cavern itself. Yet with every strike, he felt his control slipping—the fire wanted more, wanted to consume.
The hooded man strode through the flames untouched, shadows curling around him like armor. He locked eyes with Aric.
"Let go," he urged. "Give yourself to it. Together, we will make the world kneel."
And for the briefest moment, Aric almost obeyed.