The air was thick with the acrid scent of fear and despair as the room plunged into darkness. Nicole's heart pounded in her chest, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as she watched Jasper's transformation. The corruption had overtaken him completely, his once warm eyes now pools of impenetrable black.
Clarice's grip tightened on her spear, her face a mask of determination and sorrow. She knew what had to be done. With a deep breath, she moved swiftly, her eyes locked on Jasper. The weapon gleamed ominously as she aimed for the heart of the corruption.
The words were a knife to Nicole's heart. Tears streamed down her face as she reached out for him, but the darkness swirled around him, preventing her from getting closer. Clarice took her chance, driving the dagger forward with a grim finality.
