Ceyla: "KHAEL!!!"
Her voice cracked the silence lightning flashed from her palm but the Shades twisted, absorbing even that light.
The world darkened.
Cold. Suffocating.
Khael's body was half-consumed, his heartbeat echoing inside the void.
He could feel the ancient hatred of the Hollow Vein beneath the land, feeding through the elder's dying soul.
(If this keeps up… I'll be pulled under too.)
He clenched his fists.
The Dragon Veins under his skin flared open, silver and azure scales pulsing faintly.
"Wind Echo Art—Seventh Verse: Heaven's Recoil!"
A burst of compressed air shattered outward, tearing through the Shades.
The shockwave cracked the soil, breaking the connection just long enough for Khael to leap back, dragging the old man with him.
The Shades howled, reforming into a single, monstrous shape before being ripped apart by a descending shadow.
Then a hand tore through the swirling darkness.
