The underground crypt exhaled an icy breath, its stone walls glistening with an ethereal luminescence cast by Aurora's silvery aura. She stood tall, her silver robes billowing around her like a protective shroud, her eyes gleaming with determination. Zamiel, the sinister demon lord, emerged from the shadows, his presence permeating the chamber with a palpable darkness.
"I will not stand and watch you release this thing into the world, Zamiel," Aurora's voice echoed through the crypt, her hands shimmering with arcane energy. "It ends here now."
Zamiel chuckled, a low, guttural sound that reverberated off the ancient walls. "You dare challenge me, little witch?" His voice carried a sinister undertone, sending shivers down Aurora's spine.
