The mouth of the Nullcarver's cave roared open before them, a void breathing death. Kaelen stood at the front,his Blade of Eternity already parted ways with its sheathe, its obsidian edge lined with streaks of shimmering sapphire energy pulsing from the core. Behind him, Kelvin spun his Scythe of the Abyss once, its blade trailing wisps of dense black Qi like spilled ink devouring light. Eirana, three-foot-long silver sword resting against her shoulder, exhaled once. Her expression was steel—no fear, only the sharpness of intent.
From within, the Mist Creatures poured forth.
Half-solid, half-vapor, the beasts were twisted abominations—spine-limbed, chitin-jawed, eye-glowing wraiths formed from raw chaos. Their forms shivered with a primal hunger, fixated on the presence of Pandora within Kaelen.
"Here they come," Kelvin said calmly, even as one beast leapt into the air.
