The Wraith's shriek echoed in the chamber as its dark, skeletal hand reached for Thalia, the malevolent energy crackling with lethal intent. Time seemed to slow as the deadly force closed in on her, the shadows growing darker and more oppressive.
Thalia's chanting faltered, her eyes flickering open to the imminent danger. But instead of fear, a fierce determination filled her gaze. "Just a little longer," she whispered to herself, her grip on the spear tightening as she continued her incantation, refusing to break her focus.
However, the Wraith was already upon her, its form distorted with rage as it hissed, "DIE!"
