Ethan was running out of options.
The battlefield had become a storm of crimson light and howling wind; the ground shattered beneath their feet as the four of them continued fighting. Kaela and Mark attacked relentlessly, while Ethan darted around the demon, using Talon's abilities as best as he could.
It was an insane battle, but one side was clearly winning.
Every attack they launched was either blocked, redirected, or avoided. The demon barely seemed to acknowledge their efforts anymore, its movements growing increasingly effortless as the battle dragged on.
And something else was changing.
Elara was losing.
Somewhere deep within her mind, she was sinking further into darkness.
The chains binding her consciousness had tightened until even the smallest movement demanded more strength than she possessed. Her attempts to resist had become weaker, her thoughts more fragmented.
She could still feel her body moving.
She could still hear Ethan shouting her name.
