Laras's eyes gleamed with a sharp light as she surveyed the endless tide of monsters pouring from the void. Her steps were weightless in the air, graceful as ever, but beads of sweat had begun to gather on her brow. The assault showed no signs of stopping—and their numbers… felt infinite.
"What happened to the others… Lein, Efan?" she murmured, her expression hardening.
There was no trace of Lein's aura. No signal from Efan. As if the very world they were in had torn them apart, scattering each of them across the chaos.
But she didn't have time to dwell on it.
TENG!
A sudden slash came from the side—swift, razor-sharp, aimed straight at her neck. Yet Laras didn't flinch. With a single fluid motion, she waved her hand—and a radiant shield of light materialized, blocking the strike with a sharp, metallic chime.
Her gaze flicked toward the attacker—a hulking monster with gray skin and dagger-like claws, hissing with bloodlust.
