[First Person-Theo]
Morveth was an extraordinarily patient monster.
That was what made it worse.
The cathedral cavern was already fractured from our earlier exchange. Broken pillars leaned at unstable angles, water pooled in widening cracks, and tar-like veins crawled along the floor in slow, deliberate pulses.
Morveth hovered above the central depression, bone plates layered wrong, violet veins glowing beneath the gaps. It regarded us with something close to boredom.
"You are all nothing to me," it rasped calmly.
The words did not carry anger.
It carried certainty.
Kyrene stepped forward again without responding. His stance shifted subtly, weight balanced, blade angled low. His breathing was steady, though I could see the tightness in his shoulders.
Astrae stood to my left, her injured arm still hanging imperfectly. Divine light knit through torn muscle, but slowly. Too slowly. Her energy was drained and every time she forced it, the glow flickered thinner than before.
