Chapter 30 — The Breaking Point
The valley of black glass trembled as the final clash began.
Nyxara's remaining forces poured across the fractured obsidian plain like a tide of teeth and steel. Hellhounds with acidic drool that melted stone charged at the front. Void wraiths twisted through the air, wearing stolen faces of the dead. Demonic warriors in spiked armor roared battle cries that shook the ground.
At the center of the plateau stood Liora and Cairis, side by side.
Liora's eyes burned violet. Shadows no longer obeyed her — they were her. They poured from her skin like liquid night, forming blades, whips, and living armor that moved with her will. The bite marks on her neck pulsed with dark energy, feeding her power with every heartbeat.
Cairis stood taller than before, restored abyssal might rolling off him in visible waves. His horns gleamed like obsidian blades. Shadows coiled around his arms and shoulders like loyal serpents, ready to strike.
