Cyrus tore through the darkness, rage fueling each desperate stride.
The labyrinth twisted around him, stone corridors stretching impossibly long as the creature dragged Kane deeper into the shadows.
"Kane!" His voice echoed, returning hollow and distorted.
Crimson energy gathered in his palm.
He hurled a bolt of dragonfire, the flames illuminating the passage ahead—but they passed harmlessly through the retreating shadow, splashing against stone walls.
The creature paused, turning Kane's face toward him—but the features began to shift.
Kane's amber eyes bled into Elias's cold gaze, lips curling into that familiar smirk.
"Too slow, as always," Elias's voice taunted.
Cyrus launched forward, throwing a shockwave that shattered the floor beneath them.
The magic rippled through the darkness like water, achieving nothing.
The shadow morphed again—now wearing Cyrus's own face, eyes burning with malice.
