Chapter 40: A Princess Against Monsters
After Vel'Grothar's death, the Guardians moved swiftly, their silhouettes slicing through the debris-strewn Purgatory.
With their weapons at the ready and nerves frayed by the long battle, they pressed forward, aiming to reach Zayne before it was too late.
Sylvara glanced back for a moment, her brows furrowed with concern. "What happened to Garrick?" she asked, her tone uneasy.
Sybil—stoic as ever—shrugged, brushing blood off her sleeve as she kept walking. "Maybe Vel'Grothar killed him,"
she muttered. "Or maybe he ran away. Whatever the case is... I don't want to see his face again."
The air was thick with smoke and tension, but their footsteps never faltered.
Back near the center of the battlefield, Lunara stood tall among the bones of the fallen.
Her breathing was steady, but the light in her eyes burned brighter than ever.
A recent surge of power pulsed through her limbs—just for a few minutes, but enough to push her strength to a level she hadn't touched before.
With her abilities temporarily boosted by 60%, her power now stood at a staggering 160%.
"Im so going to win this!" Said Lunara, smiling from the bottom of her hear.