Burning Embers: Scorching Tales of Desire
he shouts, landing a cut across the lord’s chest, cracking the mask further.
Ardyn flanks, magic weaving a cage around the lord, green chains tightening. “End this!” he calls.
Zane hurls a dagger, embedding in the lord’s shoulder; he stumbles, shadows weakening. I channel Cillian’s full power, runes glowing on both palms.
“Together!” I scream, unleashing a kinetic storm, force waves slamming the lord, shattering his mask to reveal a scarred, twisted face.
Kaelen strikes, sword piercing his chest; Ardyn’s magic burns through, emerald flames consuming him; Zane’s final dagger hits his throat.
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