Theia's brows furrowed as her gaze fixed on Camilla and Dark Confidant, their dark powers entwined in an ominous dance. She couldn't help but feel overshadowed, her own accomplishments fading in comparison to the enigmatic duo before her.
Camilla, her voice laced with urgency, pointed towards the towering form of the cyclops. "Dark Confidant, we require your formidable power to aid us in this battle. Unleash your dark magic upon the creature and help us secure victory."
Without hesitation, the Dark Confidant stepped forward, his presence commanding attention. He raised his hands, fingers curling into arcane gestures, and summoned the depths of his dark arts. Shadows coiled around him, empowering his incantations with an eerie potency.
