[Conflict Dimension – Runic Prison]
The first thing Vaerin felt was the crushing weight of the air around him. The ground vibrated with unstable energy, as if the very stones were about to shatter. In front of him, Karvoss advanced — his body partially covered by fragments of a living armor that clinked with every step, like a drum marking the beginning of war.
"So you're the little leader who survived Zarvokh?" — said Karvoss, with a mocking smile. — "Let's see if you're still brave… now that your king isn't here to protect you."
Vaerin didn't answer. He simply spun his swords, made a cut across his palms, and let the blood flow. The blades began to glow red, covered with living runes pulsing to the rhythm of his heart.
"You'll find out." — he murmured, charging forward.
