The sanctum vibrated with the remnants of cosmic clashes as the Weavers of Destiny faced Dhazam in the temporal battleground. The air crackled with unresolved energy, and the walls echoed with the whispers of timelines converging.
Dhazam, once the master of this domain, now found his illusions challenged by the resolute Weavers. His eyes, ancient and piercing, bore witness to the defiance before him. "You tread where mortals fear, yet you misunderstand the intricate dance of destiny," he proclaimed, his voice carrying the weight of eons.
Victor, the focal point of this cosmic convergence, held Kaldor with steady hands. His gaze, a reflection of newfound clarity, met Dhazam's. "Your illusions may have clouded our path, but true destiny cannot be manipulated. We are the architects of our fate."
