No one knew how much time had passed since the chamber had gone silent. Minutes? Hours? It didn't matter. The trembling beneath their feet told them everything they needed to know—another wave was coming.
Noel's grip tightened around Revenant Fang. The faint hum from the blade grew louder, its surface pulsing with dark red veins that matched his heartbeat. The moment the first tremor cracked the ground, both of the weapon's traits flared to life on their own.
[Trait: Harrowed Focus – Activated.]
[Trait: Will of the Forgotten – Activated.]
His breathing slowed, his vision sharpening until every particle of dust, every drop of mana in the air, felt like it moved in slow motion. Heat and frost coiled along his skin as his magic resonated violently inside him.
Selene stood beside him, wand in hand, the air freezing around her like glass ready to shatter. "They're coming again," she said quietly.
Noel nodded once. "Then we finish it."
