The new shadows lunged again, faster than ever, and I felt the Sorcerer’s power thrumming through them like a heartbeat I could almost hear. My claws flared, the light sizzling with energy, but no matter how fiercely I struck, the darkness kept reforming, relentless and hungry. I stumbled backward, breath ragged, sweat stinging my eyes, and for a moment—just a fraction of a second—I felt doubt. The air around me thickened, heavy with menace, and a cold shiver ran down my spine. Every instinct screamed to fight, to resist, yet the shadows whispered promises of despair, clawing at my resolve with each impossible strike. I gritted my teeth, refusing to yield.
And then it came.
A pulse, deep inside me, unlike anything I had felt before. Not just light—a resonance with the shadows themselves.
