The Krael's charge was a thunderous, crashing force, its claws scraping against the stone floor, sending sparks flying like tiny stars in the darkness. Lucias met it head-on, his sword flashing in the dim light of the cave, the sound of metal on scales echoing like a death knell.
The impact was brutal, the Krael's momentum sending Lucias stumbling back, his boots scraping against the rough stone. Kyle and Layla moved in tandem, their movements swift and deadly, striking from either side as Elara's magic illuminated the cave, casting eerie shadows on the walls.
Yua, still shaky, hung back, her eyes fixed on the fray, her mind reeling with the chaos. The Drowned God's influence still lingered, a dark whisper in the back of her mind, tempting her, taunting her.
