Black cities burned under the twin crimson moons as Korrath and Selene pressed their attack. The plaza had become a cratered ruin. Lucian's shadows still held the core of the battlefield, but the strain showed in the way the darkness flickered at the edges. Heron moved through the chaos like a pale ghost, spear flashing, body adapting with every exchange. Cuts closed faster. Timing sharpened. The Draugr was still growing even as the fight dragged on.
Korrath's white fire roared hotter. "This decoy and its pet are costing too much time."
Selene's starlight blades carved another arc through the air. "Then we end them and force the real one out."
They gathered power for a joint strike—termination energy and conceptual erasure weaving together above the ruined plaza.
Before the attack could fall, the air behind Heron split open in fourteen clean, silent tears.
Fourteen figures stepped through at the same moment.
