Lyra lay on the cot beside Kelvin, her arm, side, and thigh wounds bleed through her bandages, the blood darkening the fabric as she clenched her fist, her shadow-etched gauntlet flickering with Peaks' dark runes, gloomstalker spores, labyrinth vine essence, griffon feathers, Fenheart obelisk runes, riftwraith claws, shadowdrake fangs, riftclaw pincers, riftbeast scales, psychic crystals, riftlord spines, and riftmonarch scales.
The pain etched deep lines into her pale face, her eyes were burning with determination despite the agony that made her breath hitch, each inhale was a sharp gasp that betrayed her struggle.
Salaris, her shadow-cloaked raptor, perched on a rune-etched stand that is nearby, her iridescent feathers were dulled by blood and scars, her flank wound oozing as she shifted, her talons gleamed with rift monarch essence, their edges are sharp despite the battle's toll.
