Riven's foot barely touched the edge of the cliff as the Reclaimer lunged, its elongated claws scraping stone and earth with a fury that rattled the ground beneath him. The air itself seemed to shudder in response, charged with a dark hunger that gnawed at his nerves.
His heart slammed in his chest, but his eyes never wavered from the creature's gleaming gold gaze — those cruel eyes dancing with sadistic amusement. It wasn't just hunting him — it was playing with him, savoring the fear it was provoking.
Behind him, Veyla's breath hitched. "Riven! You can't keep running. We have to fight!"
"I'm not running," he snapped without turning, his voice sharp and low. "Stay back, this is my fight!."
Her blade flashed as she stepped closer, determination blazing in her eyes. But Riven's glare froze her in place.
"No," he barked. "You're not helping. If you get close, you'll die."
Veyla's jaw tightened, but she nodded. She knew when to listen — even when it hurt.
