The spectral wolves advanced with silent ferocity, their smoky forms weaving through the cavern like shadows given life. Their eyes burned with ancient fire, and a chilling howl echoed off the crystal walls—a warning to intruders.
Aarav tightened his grip on the Rings, feeling their combined power surge through him like a living current. He stepped forward, raising his voice in a mantra chant taught by Ishira, the sacred words flowing from his lips like a river of light.
The air around him shimmered as beams of radiant energy shot from his hands, colliding with the wolves. The creatures snarled but did not retreat. Instead, they lunged together, forcing Aarav and his companions to split and weave in a deadly dance of attack and defense.
Vayara's blade flashed in the dim light, slicing through smoke but never fully dispersing the spirits. Luan's hands glowed as he whispered ancient spells, binding one guardian in chains of light. Ishira moved with swift grace, casting protective mantras that shielded the group from spectral bites.
Despite their combined strength, the battle was relentless. Aarav felt exhaustion creeping into his limbs but refused to yield. The rings pulsed with urgency, as if urging him to push beyond his limits.
With a sudden surge of will, Aarav gathered the Rings' energy into a brilliant sphere of light. He hurled it toward the wolves, the explosion of pure energy engulfing them in a cascade of sparks and shadows.
When the light faded, the guardians lay dormant once more, sealed back into their eternal watch.
Breathing heavily, Aarav turned to Rivan, stepping closer to the glowing chains.
"We need to break these bindings," he said, determination burning in his eyes. "And fast."