Chapter 100 The Final Confrontation

• The battle raged around them, the air thick with the clash of steel and the growls of monstrous wolves. Meher could feel the Heartstone pulsing within her chest, its energy surging through her veins as if it were alive, its power amplifying her every move. Ayaan fought beside her, his sword flashing as he cut down the wolves that surrounded them, but even his strength seemed to falter against the endless tide of darkness.
• The dark figure loomed before them, towering like a shadow against the fog. Its presence was oppressive, suffocating, and Meher could feel its gaze burning through her. It was the source of the corruption, the one who had twisted the wolves and bound them to its will. The Heartstone, for all its power, was no match for the force that now stood before them.
• "You cannot win," the dark figure intoned, its voice a deep rumble that shook the very air. "The Heartstone is a relic, a fading spark in the face of true darkness. You cannot destroy what is eternal."