Then Vivianne took a deep breath, standing tall in front of the three fallen Luthen, their bodies already beginning to mend, black tendrils knitting flesh and bone with grotesque speed. In the darkness beyond, four more shapes moved, taller, heavier, their glowing eyes fixed upon her. The air thickened with the weight of decay and sorrow.
She raised her hand. Her eyes turned white, so bright they swallowed the color from the forest itself. Her voice trembled as she spoke, yet carried the echo of something ancient, something divine.
"If you forgot your duties because of the corruption," she said, her words resonating with power that made even the air hum, "then remember your duties."
