As Reign engaged in a fierce battle with the fake spirit, Liara positioned herself carefully. She knew that her role in this pivotal moment was to reach the Soulweaver's Monolith and establish a connection with the true spirit residing within it. She also understood that her unique soul made her the key to their success in this perilous endeavor.
The cavern echoed with the clash of swords, the roar of spells, and the eerie howls of the twisted guardians. It was a chaotic and treacherous battlefield, but Liara had faith in Reign's combat prowess to hold the fake spirit at bay.
Her eyes locked onto the intricate, pulsating runes that covered its surface, she noticed how the runes were becoming clearer, as if beckoning her to come closer.
Reign continued to taunt the fake spirit, keeping his attention firmly fixed on himself. "You're nothing but a puppet, a shadow of the true spirit!" he shouted, his lightning-infused sword striking with precision.
