Dorian‘s pov.

The clash of steel and snarl of beasts echoed through the ruined halls of the castle. Ravena moved with brutal grace beside me, her blades gleaming red. Darius, in his wolf form, tore through the remaining illusions. For a moment, it felt like we were gaining ground.

"They're thinning out," I said between breaths. "The hybrids... maybe Idra is weakening."

Darius grunted, eyes scanning the shadows. "Then now's the time. We’ll handle this—go. Find ...