Facing the Blood Queen, Marco's voice echoed through the silence, strong and defiant. "You think you can defeat me with your stupid tricks?" he challenged, his gaze unwavering. "You think that controlling and deceiving my friends will make me crumble in tears?"
His words hung in the air, a testament to his unwavering resolve. The Blood Queen watched him, her smirk fading into a frown. She had underestimated him, underestimated the strength of his determination.
Marco's voice rang out again, steady and resolute, "You know, I was once the villain of this story." His past as a dark warlock was not his proudest moment, but it had shaped him, made him stronger.
He stood alone, his friends under the enemy's control, but he was far from defeated. He was Marco, the former villain, the current protector of Lumina, and he would not back down.