Riven stood determinedly beside me, fierce loyalty radiating from him. Aria's expression was resolute, her optimism unwavering despite danger. Smaug's flames blazed protectively, his presence reassuring and fierce. For the briefest moment, amidst the chaos erupting around us, I felt a flicker of confidence, comforted by their steadfast companionship. My pulse raced, adrenaline surging through my veins, ready to confront whatever awaited us.
In front of us, Mara and Elira moved fluidly, their figures blurring with incredible speed. I watched, awestruck, as their blades flashed in a mesmerizing dance of precision, elegance, and lethality. The clash of metal rang through the air, echoing around us like a deadly symphony.
But even amidst the chaos, even as Mara and Elira seemed unstoppable, an uneasiness prickled beneath my skin. Something was terribly wrong.
