Clash of Fates
The Guardian moved faster than thought, its blade carving through the very air.
Mallory barely managed to dodge, rolling aside as the ground where she stood was annihilated in an instant.
Greg met the next strike head-on, his warhammer colliding with the Guardian's blade, sending a shockwave that cracked the earth. He gritted his teeth, muscles straining.
Quinn lunged from the side, his sword flashing in an arc—only for the Guardian to vanish and reappear behind him, swinging its weapon downward.
Elara's hands moved in rapid motions, summoning barriers of golden light, blocking the attack before Quinn could be cleaved in two.
Mallory's mind raced. It wasn't just powerful—it was adapting.
We need to change tactics.
She took a deep breath and reached inward.
Her power flared to life, her body pulsing with the energy of the Forgotten Key. The runes along her arms ignited, golden veins branching across her skin.