Marcel sat alone in the dimly lit room, his mind reaching out to the depths of his empathic abilities. As he closed his eyes, the visions began to swirl around him. The ethereal threads of fate intertwined, revealing glimpses of the unknown.
In the midst of his trance, Marcel saw a man—a shadowy figure with an air of malevolence. He stood before a formidable magical array, a protective shield crafted by Favian and Melvin to guard against external threats. The man wore a determined expression, his hands weaving intricate patterns in the air as he attempted to unravel the carefully crafted defences.
Marcel's brows furrowed as he delved deeper into the vision, trying to discern the identity and motives of the mysterious intruder. The man's features remained obscured, shrouded in darkness, making it difficult for Marcel to glean any recognizable details.
