The sanctum shuddered violently as the shadows surged into the room, their presence a writhing tide of malice and despair. The faint light of the sanctuary's shard flickered in response, its power strained even after Elara and Morgana's efforts to stabilize it. The group tightened their formation instinctively, each member readying for battle.
Kade loosed an arrow into the oncoming dark. His aim was precise, and the arrow glowed with a faint enchantment as it struck one of the shadowy figures, causing it to disintegrate into an oily mist. "They're endless!" he shouted. "We need a plan—fast!"
Nyssa darted forward, her twin daggers slashing through another shadow. Her movements were a blur, precise and calculated, but her frustration was evident. "A plan? How about not dying? That's a good start!"