The flock of Bael Wyverns descended like a living storm, their shrieks tearing through the sky as rivers of fire poured from their jaws. Flames crashed against the defensive barriers in relentless waves, each impact sending violent ripples across the glowing shields that protected the island.
The air itself trembled beneath the chaos, smoke, ash, and the thunder of beating wings, swallowing the battlefield whole.
Lory stood at the center of it all, forcing her strength into the weakening barrier, her silver aura blazing against the darkness.
All of a sudden—
A sharp pain twisted through her lower abdomen.
Lory's breath caught violently in her throat. Her vision suddenly blurred, though just for a fleeting second, as an unbearable weakness spread through her limbs like poison.
The power she had been holding so firmly began slipping away beyond her control. She clenched her teeth hard enough to draw blood, refusing to let even a sound escape.
Why was this happening again?
