The ground beneath Zayn and Bran was cracked from their previous clash, but neither had time to rest.
The monster rose, its skeletal body twisting unnaturally, its fingers growing longer, the bone reinforcing itself into razor-sharp talons.
Its eyes, hollow, endless voids, locked onto them.
A chill ran down Zayn's spine.
This thing was growing stronger?
They had to finish it. Now.
Zayn didn't hesitate — he reached into the Soul Forge mentally and pulled out a soul.
Golden light exploded from his body as he grasped a soul, his aura surging in a blazing inferno of power.
The air trembled around him as the light enveloped his form, his golden energy crackling like divine fire.
Bran, standing beside him, took a deep breath.
Then, he unleashed his own power.
BOOM!
A deep blue aura exploded from his body, his muscles tensing as the energy flooded his veins.
His battle-axe hummed, a deep resonance vibrating through the air as his soul energy coated the blade.
