As the confrontation escalated, the garden transformed into a surreal battleground, the very essence of nature twisting and contorting in response to the immense power being unleashed. The once serene and picturesque landscape now became a stage for an epic clash of elemental forces.
Jerouch's heart pounded like a relentless drum in his chest, matching the tempo of the chaos that now unfolded in the open garden. The cold hand around his neck sent shivers down his spine, and the chilly breeze brushed against his cheeks, heightening his awareness of the unfolding danger.
As Jarvis tightened his grip, Jerouch's vision blurred, and the scent of burning incense mixed with the fragrance of blooming flowers, creating an eerie contrast. The air felt heavy with tension, and the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves added an ominous backdrop to the confrontation.
