The cavern pulsed with the silent screams of the Scar Wraiths, waves of raw agony washing over Einar and Lyra.
The entities drifted through the air with an unsettling grace, their translucent forms of swirling crimson light radiating pure torment.
Unlike the physical attacks of the Shard Walkers, the Wraiths assaulted their spiritual essence directly, their anguish threatening to overwhelm their focus.
Lyra, her white lightblade burning with fierce intensity, moved to intercept the ethereal beings.
Her blade sliced through the crimson forms, causing them to shriek in silent agony and momentarily disperse into swirling light, only to reform moments later, their torment undiminished.
"They're resilient to direct energy attacks!" Lyra projected, her voice strained against the psychic assault of the Wraiths' anguish.
"Einar, your Void sense… can you discern their core? What fuels their torment?"
Einar staggered, the waves of agony hitting him like physical blows.
He focused his Void sense, pushing past the immediate pain, trying to perceive the essence of the Scar Wraiths.
He sensed a deep connection to the Obsidian Scar itself, to the immense suffering caused by the "great tear."
The Wraiths were like living wounds, forever bleeding the pain of the ravaged land.
He recalled his experience with the Echo of the Scar's Pain, the way soothing its anguish had pacified it.
He wondered if a similar approach could work here, but the intensity of the torment radiating from the multiple Wraiths was far greater, threatening to consume him.
Lyra continued her dance with the crimson entities, her movements precise and defensive as she tried to keep them from overwhelming Einar. "Focus, newcomer! We need a solution!"
Taking a deep, silent breath, Einar reached out with his Void sense, not to soothe, but to… contain.
He focused on the chaotic swirl of agony within each Wraith, trying to draw it inwards, to create a temporary boundary against its outward projection.
It was a dangerous gamble, attempting to manipulate such potent emotional energy with his still-developing abilities.
As he focused his will, faint black lines of Void energy began to emanate from him, reaching towards the nearest Scar Wraith.
The crimson light of the Wraith flickered violently as the Void tendrils touched it, its silent scream intensifying to an almost unbearable pitch.
Einar felt a searing backlash of agony as he tried to draw the torment inwards, but he held firm, his determination fueled by the need to protect Lyra and complete their mission.