The duskprowlers' territory stretched far, their howls echoing through the wilds like warning drums. But instead of fear, it fueled the party. Every clash was a chance, every kill a step forward.

The ember elixirs had begun to settle in their bodies.

It wasn't just stamina and vitality. they could all feel the slow strengthening of their cores, the way aether flowed smoother, sharper, almost eager to answer their will.

Nyra was the first to push herself. She had been stubborn with the Cryowind Shift, and now she forced it into her battles. The duskprowlers lunged with blinding speed, wind howling at their claws, but her body flickered away in bursts of cold mist. Fwoosh. She would vanish from one spot, shards of ice scattering, then reappear behind them, her frost-laced blades already slicing. The strain was still there, her knees buckled once when she landed wrong, but she grit her teeth and struck back.

Arden noticed the growth. She wasn't just escaping she was baiting, pulling the beasts in with their speed and punishing them with her own. "That's it," he called over the noise of battle, his voice calm, "make them trip over themselves."

Nyra smirked, breath misting as she flicked her hand, another gale of icy blades cutting through the dusk.

Rael, on the other hand, fought louder. He was never one to hold back his roars, and now they came with every strike, lightning dancing across his gauntlet as he slammed it into a prowler's side.

His body was already strong, but the elixir refined that strength, let him channel his elements cleaner. Watching Nyra vanish and reappear sparked something in him. He wasn't built for flickering away, but he tried to twist it into his own rhythm.

He charged a strike with both lightning and ice, grounding his stance until the air buzzed.

The duskprowler dove, wind howling in its claws, but Rael met it head-on. Crack! Lightning exploded out, his punch catching the beast mid-air before ice spiked up to pin it down.

The effort left him open once, and another prowler's claws nearly raked across his back. Arden's voice cut through. "Rael—left!"

Rael turned just in time to see Arden's blade flash past him, a clean arc that sent the beast tumbling away with a yelp. Arden didn't need to say more. Rael grinned, wiped the sweat from his brow, and muttered, "Won't happen again." He downed another elixir without hesitation and rushed back in, as if the close call had only lit him further.

By the end, their battlefield was littered with scorched and frozen carcasses.

The last duskprowler fell to Rael's strike, its howl breaking off into silence. He stood over it, chest heaving, lightning still crackling faintly along his arms.

Nyra walked past, giving him a sharp look. "You're too slow. Try to keep up next time."

Rael barked a laugh. "Says the one tripping over her own feet every time she shifts."

Her eyes narrowed, but the corner of her lips twitched, and soon they were bickering in short, sharp bursts, their words laced with the heat of victory.

Arden let them go on for a moment, then spoke, his tone steady, eyes already fixed on the distance. "Save your breath. I've spotted another pack."

The banter died instantly, replaced by that restless fire they all shared now. Nyra cracked her fingers, Rael rolled his shoulders, and even Zephyra rumbled low, the air around her already warming.

"Then what are we waiting for?" Rael said.

Arden's grin was brief but sharp. "Let's move."

They surged forward together, battle spirits rekindled, the ground trembling under their charge as they rushed toward the next hunt.

Arden couldn't hide his grin as he watched them fight. Every clash with the duskprowlers dragged something new out of them, and instead of fear, there was hunger in their eyes. They wanted more, and that was exactly what he wanted to see.

The stormfangs were strong, but they came in packs, which made them perfect prey for something Arden had been aiming at since the first fight.

His system interface flickered as he checked the life signature again.

Life Signature Gained: Duskveil Pulse

Effect: Harnesses the instinctive bond of the pack. The user's movements briefly synchronize with nearby allies, sharpening coordination and timing. In dim light or fast-paced combat, strikes flow more naturally, and dodges align to avoid overlapping paths. When activated, leaves behind a faint dusk-haze that obscures enemy vision for a moment.

Total Duskveil Pulse Fragments: 15

He liked this one. It wasn't just for him, it lifted everyone. Coordination, flow, timing, it made a group into something sharper than the sum of its parts. But fifteen fragments wasn't enough, and the bar on the side of his vision taunted him with the fifty he needed.

So he drove them harder.

When the next pack appeared, Arden called out without breaking stride, "I'm taking lead this time. Don't get sloppy."

Zephyra rumbled low, as if mocking his claim, and sprinted ahead in a burst of flame and wind. Nyra and Rael followed without hesitation, and the clash was chaos from the start. Howls split the air, claws screeched against ice, fire cracked through shadow.

But Arden was merciless in how he fought. He went after kills directly, cutting down wounded beasts before the others could land the final strike. Rael yelled once, "Oi, quit stealing!" but Arden only chuckled, his blade flashing as another kill resonated through his core.

Duskveil Pulse Fragment +1.

Duskveil Pulse Fragment +1.

The notifications rolled in, and the rush of energy with every kill kept him moving faster. Nyra tried to slip in a last hit once, her frost blades pinning a duskprowler in place, but Arden's strike cut through first.

She gave him a sharp look. "You're insufferable."

"Win it faster next time," Arden shot back, no hesitation in his tone.

Even Zephyra snapped her jaws at a kill he swooped in for, a short growl in her throat. Arden only smirked. The more they pressed, the sharper their edge became. And for him, the fragments kept climbing.

They hunted like that, moving from one pack to the next, and though there was bickering, there was laughter too. The thrill of competition made it addicting. Kill after kill rolled into him until the counter finally blinked bright across his vision.

Duskveil Pulse Fragments ×50

Evolution available: Evolve Y/N?

Arden's chest rose and fell with steady breath, the battlefield still carrying the scent of burned fur and cracked stone. His lips curved into a rare smile.

"Finally," he muttered, the others too busy catching their breath to hear. Without hesitation, he willed the command.

Evolve?

Yes.

The system pulsed.

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