The hooded figure continued to stand in the shadows, his presence exuding an overwhelming aura of malevolence. Lyle, Kleagan, and the soldiers tightened their grips on their weapons, ready for whatever might come next.
"You underestimate us," Kleagan retorted, his voice a low growl. "We've faced horrors like you before, and we've come out victorious."
The hooded figure chuckled again, a sound that sent shivers down the spines of everyone in the chamber. "Victorious, perhaps, but at what cost? You are brave, but you are also outnumbered, and you have yet to witness the full extent of our power."
As the figure spoke, the chamber around them seemed to shift and warp. Shadows twisted and danced, and the very walls appeared to close in on them. It was as if the darkness itself was responding to the figure's words.
