Chapter 67 : Sever the Heart of the World
"Guys. I just got word—Kaela’s ready," Saelari’s voice echoed directly into Dirga and Theryn’s minds, carried through a whispering rune.
Dirga gritted his teeth, parrying another furious blow from the Butcher’s halberd. Sparks flew. The air around him rippled from the force.
"How ready?" he asked, twisting aside before the halberd swept the ground where he’d just stood.
"We need to bring the Butcher within twenty meters of her!" Saelari said, runes flaring at her fingertips as she cast a slowing glyph beneath the Butcher’s feet.
"Twenty meters?" Theryn responded, shadow tendrils writhing around her like living ropes. "Alright. I’ll cover Dirga’s flanks. You focus on control."
The battlefield trembled with the Butcher’s roars, his blood-soaked body churning with rage.
Dirga surged forward, blades flashing—six swords now danced around him: two gripped in his hands, four flying midair under telekinetic control, probing for openings.
"Let’s pull him in," Dirga growled. "Make it look like we’re on the run."
The plan unfolded in silent coordination.
Dirga led the charge—his movements fluid, baiting the Butcher deeper into the corridor. Theryn circled the edges of the fight, lashing out with shadows to slow the beast’s swings and distort his timing. Saelari rained runes from a distance—supportive barriers, weakening glyphs, flashes of disruption.
Twenty meters.