The Sinful Young Master

As the dust settled, Daurgienʼs lifeless body collapsed to the ground, his two halves falling with a sickening thud. The once-menacing aura surrounding him vanished, leaving behind a void-like stillness.

Jolthar, drained of every ounce of energy, swayed on his feet before collapsing to the ground, unconscious.

Nearby, Yoana had finished dispatching the robed Nynthralls, her stance relaxed but her sharp eyes still scanning for threats.

Raayani was surprised to see a young kid wielding such power. She could feel the rawness and intensity of the energy that had emitted dominance over the canyon just seconds ago. Her perception of Jolthar was starting to change. But her thoughts were interrupted by faint tremors.

The canyon remained deathly quiet, the silence broken only by the faint rumble of the ground beneath them.

But then, the ground began to tremble violently. Cracks spread rapidly across the canyon floor, and the jagged edges of the fissure started to crumble inward. The walls of the canyon groaned ominously, sections of rock and sand collapsing as the entire structure began to give way.

Raayani, her gaze sharp and unyielding, was the first to react. ”Move! Now!” she shouted, her commanding voice cutting through the daze of the others. The knights, Lysandra, Belan, and Eran, snapped out of their stupor, quickly gathering their wits.

The collapse was rapid; the stones from the side walls fell quickly, and they had to hurry, and everyone was busy getting themselves out of the canyon as fast as possible.

Getting out of the collapsing canyon was a frantic, disorienting ordeal. The rumble of the ground and the roar of falling rocks drowned out all other sounds, leaving the group scrambling against time itself.

Eran, quick on his feet and sharp in his reactions, became a blur of movement amidst the chaos.