The severe murkiness of the Pit encompassed them as Elara and the Devil Ruler remained on an incline, looking out into the deep darkness. The tempestuous breezes whipped around them, conveying with them the far off reverberations of lost spirits. The last a showdown was impending, and the destiny of two universes remained in a precarious situation.
"Elara," the Evil spirit Ruler's voice was a low, tormenting mumble, "This is the core of the Pit, where the old prediction anticipates our last fight. A fight will decide the fate of both our universes."
Elara fixed her grasp on the handle of the blade she had acquired from her predecessors. " I know," she answered, her voice steadfast. " In any case, I won't allow you to obliterate the human domain, and I won't allow you to capitulate to the murkiness that has consumed you."
