[VOLUME 15: THE PRIMORDIAL PILGRIMAGE][ARC 1: THE SHATTERED DARK AND THE FIRST MYTH]
The glowing, feral eyes in the treeline didn't blink. They multiplied.
Elara stood safely ensconced within the suffocating, protective dome of Aldren's abyssal shadows and the blinding halo of Li's starlight. Her heart hammered against her ribs, the Twilight Resonance in her veins singing a violent, warning harmony.
But then, the lesser beasts did something unexpected.
They whimpered.
The low, guttural chittering of the horde turned into high-pitched squeals of absolute, instinctual terror. The glowing eyes in the dark forest violently scattered, the snapping of twigs fading as the minor monsters fled back into the depths of Pangea.
"They're running," Elara breathed, her fingers tightening around the braided hilt of her twilight whip.
