Collapse of the canyon

Above, the snow continued to fall softly, a stark contrast to the fierce battle that had just unfolded.

The darkened sky, a lingering effect of her clash with Yilar, made it feel as though night had never lifted. The golden sands of the desert were now blanketed in white, transformed into a surreal, frozen tundra.

Belan, Lysandra, Eran, and the knights finally allowed themselves to breathe, their sighs of relief visible in the cold air. The immediate danger was gone, and the oppressive weight of the creatures' assault had lifted. They exchanged weary but grateful glances, their exhaustion evident as they leaned on their weapons or dropped to one knee.

Raayani, however, remained vigilant. Her eyes, gleaming with an azure light, scanned the battlefield with measured intrigue. For a moment, she seemed lost in thought, as though considering the nature of these creatures.

Suddenly, her senses picked up a turbulent energy.