The team moved out, their approach swift and silent. Myne scouted ahead, her shadowy form blending seamlessly with the darkness. Dren covered the rear, his dual blades at the ready.
As they neared the fortress, Aiden felt a familiar, oppressive energy. His instincts screamed danger, and he signaled for the team to halt.
"What is it?" Myne whispered, her eyes scanning the shadows.
Aiden's grip on his sword tightened. "They're here."
A figure emerged from the darkness, clad in Abyssal armor that radiated power. His crimson eyes locked onto Aiden, a predatory smile spreading across his face.
"Well, well," the figure said, his voice like gravel. "The famous Aiden. I've been looking forward to this."
Aiden stepped forward, his Golden Sword blazing to life. "Then let's not keep you waiting."
