Evangeline's weary voice carried a tone of urgency and warning, as she protested against the rush into battle, cautioning that victory might lead them to the Valley of Death. Aurelian, vexed by the rigidity of the realm's laws, refused to accept this fate, advocating for a fight that would challenge these laws and bring about lasting change.
"We must fight not just for victory, but for the transformation of these laws," he proclaimed, rallying the disciples to his cause. "We can't allow our hard work to be plundered like bandits stealing our efforts. We must unite and bring about change together."
Echoes of agreement resounded in the room as other disciples joined in, acknowledging the need for a united front. Ignatius stepped in, assisting in carrying the weakened Seraphim to a room, where the tiger fur served as a makeshift energy core, albeit with its limitations.
"Her strength is tied to this makeshift energy core," Evangeline informed, shedding light on their predicament. Aurelian emphasized the importance of preserving their formidable senior cultivator, urging Ignatius to gather loyal disciples to safeguard her.
Leaving the room, Aurelian confronted the grim reality of facing a semi-goddess in combat, a battle akin to courting death itself. He recognized the potential losses and the necessity of seeking help. His steps led him to the magical wall, a pathway etched with ancient words, pulsating with magical energy.
However, as he walked, he was ambushed by a dark magical force, a surprise attack that trapped him within the confines of the enchanted wall. Panic and shock seized him as a red light illuminated the ancient inscriptions, revealing a figure he dreaded to face.
"Elara," he called out, disbelief and apprehension intermingling in his voice. The encounter had taken an unexpected turn, plunging them into a web of uncertainty and danger.