บท 1192: Chapter 1192: The Tempest Within

The air around the temple crackled with dark energy as Amara's forces collided with the Iron Fists. The sound of steel meeting steel echoed through the crumbling ruins, mingling with the roar of the storm overhead. Crimson lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the battlefield in brief, violent flashes.

Amara cut through the enemy lines with precision, her blade a blur as she parried blows and struck down foes. Her movements were fluid, driven by the urgency of the moment, but beneath her battle-hardened exterior, doubt gnawed at her. She had faced countless enemies before, but none like the Keeper of Forgotten Pacts. The shadow of his warning lingered, pressing into her thoughts like a dark cloud.

"We can't hold them here for long!" Kirin's voice cut through the chaos, and Amara saw him fighting his way toward her, his sword drenched in blood. "There are too many!"