They pressed onward, the path narrowing as they descended deeper into the dungeon. The air grew colder, heavy with ancient magic.
At last, they reached a massive chamber, its ceiling lost in darkness. Pillars of stone surrounded the center, where the ring core floated, its light pulsing with power.
But between them and their prize stood the Shadow Wyvern. Its body was massive, scales as black as night, shimmering with dark magic. Its eyes glowed red, filled with malice and hunger.
The beast's wings unfurled, casting a shadow over the group as it roared, the sound shaking the very ground beneath them.
Lucian's blood boiled with excitement. Finally, a real challenge.
Xeran stepped forward, his voice calm despite the looming threat. "Stick to the plan. Yara, you and I will engage it head-on. Mages, provide support. Phantom..." His head turned, that serene smile returning. "Stay alive."
Lucian's eyes widened. That bastard... he's mocking me.
The Wyvern's roar echoed once more, its claws tearing into the ground as it charged.
"Move!" Yara shouted, her spear glowing as she dashed forward, Xeran close behind.
Lucian's body moved on instinct, his sword drawn, mana crackling around him. He could feel his blood racing, his senses sharp.
This is it... the real test.
He grinned beneath his mask. Let's see who survives, Xeran.