Kelvin's chest was bleeding, but he stumbled to Lyra, checking her arm wound which was fresh but shallow. She leaned on Salaris, her face was weak but determined and the raptor's talons dripped with wraith essence.
Darius clutched his flank, blood soaked his bandages, but Rhoam's steady presence kept him upright, the panther's plates gleamed despite the scratches.
"We will beat her wraiths," Kelvin said, and all the visions were gone from his mind.
Lyra nodded, her gauntlet was dim but steady as she adjusted her bandage. "These runes are Cindy's. She is in the Riftspire." Darius tossed his soulstone, his grin was weak but sharp. "Let's end her game."
They searched the cliffs, scavenging loot from the wreckage: riftwraith claws pulsing with speed-enhancing energy, their tips shimmering with soulstream power, and psychic shards glowed with mental resistance to counter psychic attacks.
