With the artifact in their possession, Prithvi and his companions prepared to return from the realm of shadows. However, as they made their way back to the portal, a sense of unease settled over them, as if the very air around them crackled with tension.
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Kaagar: "Something doesn't feel right, Prithvi. I can sense... danger."
Prithvi: "Stay alert, everyone. We may have overstayed our welcome in this realm."
Before they could react, they were ambushed by a group of shadowy figures, their faces twisted into cruel smiles as they surrounded Prithvi and his companions.
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Shadowy Figure: "Well, well, well. Look what we have here—trespassers in our realm. You've made quite the mess, haven't you?"
Prithvi: "Who are you? And what do you want from us?"
Shadowy Figure: "We want what's rightfully ours, Prithvi. The artifact belongs to us, and we'll do whatever it takes to reclaim it."
Mira: "Prithvi, who are these people?"
Prithvi's heart sank as he recognized the faces of their attackers—Varun stood at the forefront, a twisted grin on his face as he gazed upon Prithvi with cold, calculating eyes.
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Prithvi: "Varun... I should have known. You were working with them all along, weren't you?"
Varun: "Very astute, cousin. But then again, you always were a quick learner. Too bad it won't save you now."
With a wave of his hand, Varun signaled his companions to attack, their movements swift and deadly as they closed in on Prithvi and his friends.
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In a desperate bid for survival, Prithvi and his companions fought back with all their might, their every strike fueled by a mixture of rage and betrayal. But the odds were stacked against them, as Varun and his allies seemed to possess an endless supply of dark magic and twisted sorcery.
With each passing moment, the situation grew more dire, as Prithvi and his companions found themselves pushed to the brink of defeat. But as they faced their darkest hour, a glimmer of hope emerged—a faint light in the darkness that promised salvation in the face of overwhelming odds.