Ivan's heart pounded as the shades screeched in pain, their writhing bodies consumed by the fire he had summoned. His hand still tingled with the residual heat, though he knew deep down that it wasn't enough to ward off the horde for long. He watched the flames sputter and slowly die out as the surviving shades scurried back, their dark forms blending into the shadows, hissing and snarling in frustration.
The group behind him looked on with a mixture of awe and fear. Elina's grip tightened on her sword as she instinctively moved closer to Ivan. "You did it again," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "But there are still so many…"
Ivan nodded, his face drained of color. "I can't keep this up much longer."
Roan stepped forward, his eyes never leaving the darkness where the shades lurked. "We need to get out of here. Now."
"But where can we go?" Tommen asked, his voice shaking. "We're trapped."