The clearing was alive with tension, charged with the hum of residual Nightborne energy. Selara's pulse raced, each beat resonating through the silver veins that mapped her arms and neck, a living testament to the power now fully awake within her. Draven's hand remained tightly clasped around hers, grounding, tethering, a steadying force amidst the chaos that Kaelen had conjured. Shadows twisted, slithering across the ground like living darkness, as if sensing the pulse of Nightborne energy and seeking to extinguish it.
Selara's eyes narrowed, silver light flaring as her senses locked onto every movement the rustle of leaves, the subtle shift of air, the predatory glint in the eyes of Kaelen's corrupted forces. Her heart thrummed in rhythm with Draven's beside her, gold and silver intertwined, predator and Nightborne bonded by trust, instinct, and the unspoken fire simmering between them.
