Vark's voice was a venomous growl, his scar were very obviously seen as he sneered, "The wyrm's core is ours, hero boy.
Hand over your fancy Sanctum gear, or we will carve it from your corpse!" Kelvin's scars burned fiercely, his gauntlet flared with psychic runes drawn from the fang's volatile energy, his voice was sharp and unyielding as he countered, "You will burn and perish before you touch Valebreach, Vark. This ends is here, for good."
The ambush transformed the cavern into a chaotic battlefield, the wyrm's roars blended seamlessly with the wolves' guttural snarls, the chaos was a whirlwind of fire, sand, and unyielding steel.
Kelvin's focus was split between two relentless threats, his resolve that was fueled by the unbreakable legacy of his parents, their memory was a radiant flame that burned brighter than any fear, their absence was a cavernous void that he vowed to fill by safeguarding the town they had cherished with all their hearts.
