"Elara!" Damien's voice was torn with anguish as he strained against Seraphina's grip. "No! We have to go after her!"

"And do what?" Seraphina snapped, her words harsh but laced with reason. "We don't even know what kind of dark forces are at work here."

A tremor rolled through the ancient ground, shaking loose a shower of dust and pebbles from the towering obelisks surrounding them. Damien froze, his gaze snapping towards the plumes of cursed smoke swirling in the shadows.

"You..." he snarled, baring his elongated fangs as a towering, cloaked figure emerged from the haze. "What have you done with her?"

The entity regarded him with twin pinpricks...