fantasy
Sekhmet โ

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The battle had already cost them too much. Sekhmetโs breath came ragged, her white fur matted with bloodโhers and her fallen comradesโ. The catacombs stank of death, the walls pulsing as though the dungeon itself was alive, waiting to claim its next victim.
Only three remained standing.
Gorrun the orc, stood like a living fortress, his armor cracked. He snorted, his knuckles white around his warhammer as it pointed to the titan. โNo door. We stop.โ
Beside him, Sylvi the elven ranger, remained poised, her emerald eyes sharp as she loosed another arrow. Her words flowed like a nobleโs decree. โVerily, we must bring this fiend low, lest its wretched form slip through the gate. We shanโt suffer such ruin upon the world.โ
Sekhmet growled, her tail lashing. โThen we stop playinโ defense and end this.โ
The creature before themโthe Wraithlordโlet out a soul-rending shriek. Its shifting form of flesh and shadow twisted unnaturally, limbs writhing like grasping specters. The runes beneath it pulsed, feeding power into the dimensional door behind it. If it crossed through, the worlds outside would burn.
Sekhmet lunged, claws tearing through its unstable body. The Wraithlord recoiled, screechingโbut struck back in an instant. A black tendril slashed across her ribs, searing pain through her side.
Gorrun was there, slamming his warhammer into the ground, sending a shockwave through the stone. โCat, move!โ he grunted, stepping between her and the beast. โI smash.โ
Sylvi, fluid as a wisp of wind, loosed three arrows in the space of a breath. โPray, do keep thy wits about thee, Sekhmet! A reckless charge shall be thy doom.โ
The Wraithlord screeched again, surging toward the glowing portal.
Sekhmet bared her fangs, pushing through the pain. They just had to last long enoughโฆ They just needed more time.