The Goliath’s roar was deafening, vibrating through the shattered chamber like a death knell. Its massive, twisted body surged forward, limbs of jagged black stone cutting through the air with terrifying speed. Jace barely had time to raise his sword before the creature’s claws came crashing down.Aila reacted faster. She thrust her staff forward, unleashing a blast of energy that collided with the Goliath’s claws, sending sparks flying. “Jace, move!” she barked, her voice sharp and commanding.Jace dove to the side, narrowly avoiding the creature’s crushing blow. He rolled to his feet, gripping his sword tightly, the shard in his palm pulsing faintly as if trying to ignite. The Goliath turned toward him, it's glowing red eyes locking onto the shard.“You’re what it wants,” Aila shouted, circling the beast, her staff crackling with power. “Keep it's attention. I’ll find it's weak spot.”“Great plan,” Jace muttered under his breath. “Just let me handle the indestructible monster.”The
The chamber’s walls groaned and cracked, their stone faces warping as the Phantom King’s presence seeped into every crevice. Jace staggered to his feet, his sword trembling in his grip. The shard in his palm pulsed erratically, as if caught between fear and defiance. Aila planted herself between Jace and the advancing figure, her staff glowing brightly despite the suffocating darkness.“Stay back,” she commanded, her voice firm.The Phantom King chuckled, a low and menacing sound that seemed to slither into Jace’s mind. “And what will you do, little sorceress? The runes? The light? I’ve seen your kind before.” He extended a hand, and the air around him shimmered with raw, dark energy. “They all fall in the end.”Aila didn’t flinch. She thrust her staff forward, summoning a torrent of golden light that surged toward the Phantom King like a spear. It collided with him in an explosion of brilliance, momentarily lighting the chamber like a sunburst.But when the light faded, the Phantom
The weight of silence was suffocating as Jace and Aila made their way through the crumbling corridors of the ancient temple. The oppressive darkness left behind by the Phantom King seemed to linger, watching their every move. The shard in Jace’s palm was cool now, it's earlier ferocity quelled, but he could still feel it's faint pulse like a heartbeat tethered to his own.“Jace,” Aila said, her voice soft but urgent. “We need to talk about what just happened.”Jace didn’t stop walking. His sword was still in his hand, though it dragged slightly now, his arm heavy with exhaustion. “What’s there to talk about? I kept the shard out of his hands. That’s a win, isn’t it?”Aila grabbed his arm, forcing him to turn and face her. Her eyes were sharp, cutting through the haze of his thoughts. “You didn’t just keep it out of his hands, you wielded it, Jace. Do you even understand what that means?”Jace frowned, pulling his arm away. “I did what I had to. What else was I supposed to do? Let him
The air was thick with the scent of burning stone and ash as Jace and Aila stumbled into a narrow chamber, panting from their latest battle. The monstrous sentries guarding the temple’s inner sanctum had proven fiercer than expected, leaving both of them battered and weary. Jace wiped the sweat from his brow, his sword dangling loosely at his side, while Aila leaned heavily on her staff, her chest rising and falling with labored breaths.The dim torchlight flickered off the intricate carvings on the walls, casting eerie shadows. Jace collapsed onto a nearby stone bench, his body aching from the countless scrapes and bruises he’d accumulated. Aila sank down beside him, still clutching her staff."That was... something else," Jace muttered, his voice rough.Aila managed a faint chuckle. "You’re lucky you’re still alive. Charging in like that… Do you ever think before you act?""Not really," Jace admitted with a half-smile. "But it worked, didn’t it?"Aila sighed, shaking her head. "Bare
The next chamber was a sprawling cavern that pulsed with an unnatural red light. Massive, jagged crystals jutted from the floor and walls, their surfaces slick with an oily sheen. The oppressive heat radiating from the glowing chasm at the center made the air shimmer and distorted their vision. Somewhere in the depths of this treacherous place lay the ancient forge, their only hope of severing the shard’s connection to the Phantom King.Jace tightened his grip on his sword, his knuckles white. "This place feels… wrong."Aila, mask firmly back in place, nodded grimly. Her staff glowed faintly in her hand, it's light struggling against the oppressive shadows. "It’s not just the shard. This entire temple is tied to the Phantom King’s essence. The closer we get to the forge, the more his power will manifest."Jace glanced around warily, his senses on high alert. "Let’s just hope we’re ready for whatever he throws at us next."They moved cautiously, navigating the treacherous terrain. The
As the blinding light receded, Jace and Aila stepped into the forge’s chamber. The heat was stifling, radiating from a massive pit of molten energy at the center. Around the pit, jagged obsidian spires jutted up like the ribs of some long-dead beast, and runic patterns glowed faintly on every surface. The forge itself, is an enormous anvil suspended over the pit by chains of shimmering metal, hummed with an ancient, ominous energy.Jace clenched his fist, the shard pulsating in his hand as if in anticipation. Aila moved closer to him, her green eyes scanning the room for threats. She could feel the oppressive power of the Phantom King lingering in the air, heavier now than ever.“This is it,” Aila said, her voice low. “The forge. If we destroy the shard here, we sever his connection to our realm.”“And what happens to me?” Jace asked quietly, his gaze fixed on the shard.Aila hesitated. “I… don’t know.”Before either of them could say more, the chamber trembled violently. The air grew
The fall seemed endless. Aila felt the wind whipping past her, her heart hammering in her chest as she reached out blindly in the darkness. Just as panic began to set in, a strong arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her close.“I’ve got you,” Jace’s voice cut through the rushing air, calm and steady despite their freefall.Aila clung to him, burying her face in his chest as they descended into the unknown. She could feel his heartbeat, strong, unwavering. Somehow, it grounded her, soothing the fear that had threatened to consume her.A sudden burst of energy erupted from Jace’s hand as he plunged his sword into the rocky wall beside them, slowing their descent with a shower of sparks. They landed with a bone-jarring thud on a platform below, the impact knocking the breath from Aila’s lungs.Jace helped her to her feet, his hands firm but gentle. “You okay?” he asked, his blue eyes scanning her for injuries.Aila nodded, her voice shaky. “Thanks to you.”Before Jace could reply, the
The beast roared, it's guttural cry echoing through the cavern and shaking loose shards of crystal from the walls. It's hulking form moved with surprising speed, charging toward the group with the force of an avalanche.Jace didn’t hesitate. He met the creature head-on, his blazing sword striking it's stony hide with enough force to send shockwaves through the ground. The impact stopped the creature’s charge, but it retaliated with a massive swipe of it's jagged claws.“Jace, watch out!” Aila shouted, her voice laced with panic.Jace ducked under the blow, rolling to the side and coming up with a powerful upward slash that carved a glowing line into the beast’s side. The creature roared in pain, but the wound quickly sealed itself with dark, pulsating energy.“It regenerates!” Aila warned, stepping forward to join the fight. She raised her staff, summoning a bolt of golden lightning that struck the creature’s head, momentarily stunning it.The small group of Vanguard warriors rallied