Inside the cavern full of lava, he saw a figure standing at the center, surrounded by an aura of dark energy. It was a necromancer, a powerful mage capable of controlling the undead. He was the source of the voice that had been haunting Fein's mind.
Without hesitation, Fein charged forward, his swords whirling around him. The necromancer raised his hand, and the undead creatures outside the cavern responded, charging toward Fein in a frenzy.
Fein deftly dodged the creatures, his swords flashing as he cut them down one by one. As he reached the necromancer, the mage unleashed a barrage of dark magic, trying to push Fein back.
Fein stood at the edge of the platform, sword domain activated, ready to face the necromancer. The undead creatures he had defeated earlier had led him to this point. The necromancer emerged from the shadows, his eyes glowing with malevolent energy.
"You've made it this far," the necromancer hissed. "But you won't survive my power."
