Sons of a devil

The wounded creature slept beneath layers of enchanted cloth. Selene kept watch beside it, a hand on its shoulder, whispering quiet incantations to slow the spread of the corruption that had eaten through its soul.

Cain sat across from her, arms resting on his knees, eyes never leaving her.

"You've been awake all night," he murmured.

Selene glanced up, offering a weak smile. "So have you."

"Yeah," he admitted. "But I'm worried about you."

Her smile faded, and she leaned closer. "It's getting darker out there, Cain. I can feel it. Something's rising...and I don't think it's just your father."

Cain's jaw tightened. "We need to prepare."

At the edge of camp, Leo was trying to teach Eren how to use shadowfire without blowing up tree trunks.

"You've got too much flare and no control!" Leo shouted, ducking as a fireball singed the tips of his coat.