Chapter 75
The obsidian chamber shimmered with violet energy, a symphony of shattered marble and screaming magic. The protective barrier—a volatile blend of Rylee’s raw telekinetic power, Svetlana’s ancient wards, and Ryker’s channeled weretiger rage—held strong, but barely. It glowed like hammered glass, groaning under the pressure of Ghaya’s unleashed fury.
Ryker, at the center of the defense, felt the agonizing burn of his energy draining faster than he could replenish it. His lungs begged for air as he poured all his strength into pushing against the shield, a silent promise to all the tigers brainwashed by Ghaya, fueling his focus. Beside him, Svetlana’s eyes were wild, dark magic staining the corners of her mouth as she maintained the warding spells, her every muscle trembling w
