The Spire trembled as if its entire structure was about to collapse. Stones fell from the ceiling, crashing onto the floor with a loud impact that echoed throughout the chamber. Camelia felt her body weakening, but she held her ground, the light within her still shining, though it was beginning to fade.
Atherion stood beside her, his eyes locked onto the growing cracks in the seal. From within the fissure, dark energy seeped out like thick fog, filling the air with a heavy pressure. Seraphiel remained ahead of them, his expression cold, unfazed by the chaos surrounding him.
Sylvara slashed at a Bloodthorn priest trying to approach her, but their numbers kept increasing. The Ironfang warriors under Korrath's command fought fiercely to push back the Bloodthorn forces, but more priests continued to appear, chanting their incantations louder with each passing second.
"Is Morgath really in the temple?" Atherion asked, his voice low but tense.
