A Blade against Blood

Steeling herself, Santi tightened her grip on her blade, her resolve hardening like steel. She couldn't afford to lose another spirit, not now, not when the battle was at its most desperate.

"By the spirits! Did he get stronger?" Helliana gasped, her eyes wide with shock.

Rain's heart pounded in his chest as he watched Gorm's dark aura intensify, wrapping around him like a living shadow. The Revenant was more dangerous than ever, his rage amplifying his strength to terrifying levels.

Gorm lunged at Thraigar again, but this time, the Goliath was ready. He sidestepped the attack with a quick roll, coming up on his feet with his axe raised, ready to strike.

Helliana was already moving to provide cover, her arrows flying with deadly accuracy, forcing Gorm to shift his attention momentarily.