The room seemed to pulse with an unnatural energy, the tremors growing stronger by the second. As Elara gripped the relic, she could feel the power within it thrumming in response to the growing disturbance. It was as if the very stone of the chamber had come alive, stirring in response to an ancient awakening. The air crackled with dark energy, and a shadow began to emerge from the farthest corner of the room.
Kade drew his blade, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the shifting darkness. "We don't have much time," he said, his voice low but urgent. "Whatever is coming, we need to deal with it now."
Morgana raised her hands, her fingers weaving through the air as she muttered an incantation under her breath. The shadows seemed to recoil from her magic, but the darkness was relentless, pressing forward as though it had a will of its own. "It's not just the shadows," she said, her voice strained. "Something more is at work here—something that has been waiting for centuries."
