The volcanic terrain shifted as the group pressed forward, its heat unwavering and its dangers ever-present. Jagged cliffs loomed above them, their edges glowing faintly with molten rivers below. The battle had left its mark—Elara's arms ached, Oran's threads hung limp at his sides, and even Lyra seemed more focused than usual, her eyes scanning every shadow.
Kael walked at the front now, his steps deliberate. His fingers flexed occasionally, the memory of his snapping punctuating the quiet. Though no enemies were in sight, his movements were purposeful, each step as though he knew something the others didn't.
"You're awfully quiet," Oran said, his voice breaking the tense silence.
"Because we're being followed," Kael replied evenly, not looking back.
Elara's heart skipped a beat. "What? Since when?"
Kael gave a faint smirk but didn't answer. Instead, his hand snapped at his side. The sound echoed through the landscape, sharp and precise.
Nothing happened.
Oran stopped dead in his tracks, his threads twitching. "Was that supposed to mean something?"
Kael didn't reply immediately. His gaze remained fixed on the path ahead. "No. But they'll think it does."
A rustling sound echoed from the cliffs above, followed by the faint sound of shifting rocks. Elara's dagger was in her hand in an instant, and Oran's threads glowed faintly as they came to life.
"Stay together," Lyra said, her voice low but commanding. Her bow was already in hand, a glowing arrow nocked and ready.
The sound grew louder, more deliberate. Whatever was following them wasn't trying to stay hidden anymore.
Then they saw it.
A lone figure emerged from the shadows above, their silhouette tall and imposing. They wore armor blackened like obsidian, its edges glowing with faint prismatic veins. The helmet they wore obscured their face entirely, save for two glowing red eyes that pierced through the darkness.
"That's not a scout," Oran muttered.
"No," Kael said quietly. "That's a Valorian Hunter."
The Hunter leapt from the cliff, landing with a deafening crash that sent cracks spidering through the rock beneath them. Slowly, they straightened, their head tilting slightly as they regarded the group.
"You've come far," the Hunter said, their voice cold and mechanical, reverberating through the helmet. "But this is where your journey ends."
"Bold of you," Oran shot back, his threads snapping to attention. "What makes you think we're stopping here?"
The Hunter drew a massive glaive from their back, its blade glowing with the same molten energy that ran through their armor. "Because I am the Forge's warden. And you are trespassers."
The Hunter struck first, their glaive carving a fiery arc through the air. The ground cracked beneath the force of the blow as the group scattered to avoid the attack.
Lyra moved instantly, her bow loosing a golden arrow that curved toward the Hunter's exposed side. But the Hunter was fast—too fast. They pivoted, the blade of their glaive deflecting the arrow with a shower of sparks.
"Careful!" Lyra barked. "They're quicker than they look!"
Kael stepped forward, his posture calm, and snapped his fingers. In an instant, he swapped places with a loose chunk of rock, reappearing behind the Hunter. He struck at their back with his blade, but the Hunter twisted unnaturally, their glaive meeting Kael's dagger with a deafening clang.
The force of the clash sent Kael skidding backward, his boots scraping against the rock.
"They're using prismatic enhancements," Kael said, his voice steady despite the impact. "Their reaction time is amplified."
"What does that mean for us?" Elara asked, darting around the battlefield to avoid a sweeping strike from the glaive.
"It means we outthink them," Kael replied.
The Hunter's movements were precise, calculated. Every swing of their glaive seemed designed to herd the group into tighter quarters, limiting their options.
Elara felt the weight of the battle pressing down on her. She gripped her dagger tighter, her eyes scanning the Hunter's movements. They were relentless, their attacks leaving no room for error.
"You're hesitating," Lyra called out, her golden trajectory lines weaving through the chaos as she loosed another arrow. "Stop thinking about what you can't do and focus on what you can."
Elara took a deep breath, her focus sharpening. She reached out with her ability, disrupting the energy field around the Hunter's glaive. The glow dimmed for a moment, and the Hunter's next strike faltered slightly.
"That's it," Kael said, snapping his fingers and swapping places with Elara. He appeared directly in front of the Hunter, his blade aimed at the weak point in their armor.
The Hunter parried just in time, but the disruption in their energy field made their movements less precise.
Oran's threads lashed out, wrapping around the Hunter's legs. He pulled hard, sending the Hunter staggering.
"Keep the pressure on!" Oran shouted.
Lyra's next arrow struck the Hunter's shoulder, the golden light of her trajectory lines piercing through the prismatic enhancements. The Hunter roared, their movements growing more erratic.
Kael snapped his fingers again, his position shifting to flank the Hunter. This time, he didn't attack—he simply snapped again, the sharp sound echoing like a taunt.
The Hunter turned toward Kael, their focus narrowing.
"Now!" Kael shouted.
Elara darted forward, her ability flaring as she targeted the Hunter's core. The disruption spread through their armor, the glow of the prismatic veins faltering.
Lyra's arrow streaked through the air, striking the Hunter's exposed core with a blinding flash. The Hunter staggered, their glaive slipping from their grasp as they collapsed to the ground.
The group stood in silence, their breaths heavy. The Hunter's armor flickered with faint remnants of prismatic energy before dimming entirely.
"That was…unexpected," Oran said, his voice breaking the quiet.
Kael crouched beside the fallen Hunter, his gaze thoughtful. "Valoria's sending stronger forces. They're not just testing us anymore—they're trying to stop us outright."
Lyra nodded, her expression grim. "Which means we're getting close to something they don't want us to find."
Elara knelt beside Kael, her heart still racing. "Do you think we can handle more of them?"
Kael glanced at her, his calm returning. "If we keep our focus? Yes." He snapped his fingers softly, the sound almost playful. "And if they think I'm predictable, even better."
Elara couldn't help but smile faintly. For the first time, she felt like they had a real chance.
"Let's move," Lyra said, already turning toward the next path. "The Convergence Point isn't far. And neither are our enemies."