"This ends now, for Valebreach." The ambush transformed the cavern into a battlefield, the wyrm's roars blended with the wolves' snarls, the chaos was a whirlwind of fire, sand, and steel.
Kelvin's focus split between two relentless threats, his resolve was fueled by his parents' memory, their legacy was a flame that burned brighter than his fear, their absence was a void that he vowed to fill by protecting the town they had loved.
Kelvin wove a water trap, its runes were snapping into place, binding a wolf's legs, its struggles were futile as Xerion's fiery vortex engulfed it, forcing it to retreat, its fur were singed and smoking, its dune runes flickered weakly.
The wyrm lashed out, its molten blast was aimed at Kelvin, but he dodged behind a Veil altar, its psychic runes were pulsing as he wove an ice rune to cool the flames, and steam kept rising as the attack dissipated, the altar's glow stings his mind with psychic echoes, a reminder of the Rift's horrors.
