Gwendolyn glanced at Malgarius, her grip tightening on her sword. "What are we going to do now?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady despite the fear creeping in.
Malgarius, his eyes fixed on the towering entity, replied, "We stand our ground. Remember, this place bends to our thoughts. We need to stay focused and not let fear control us."
"But how do we fight something made of pure energy?" Gwendolyn pressed, her mind racing for a plan.
"We don't fight it directly," Malgarius said, his voice calm but firm. "We outthink it. We need to find its weakness, and that starts with controlling our own thoughts."
Gwendolyn nodded, taking a deep breath. "Alright. Let's do this."
They stared at the entity, their minds working quickly. Gwendolyn noticed that the energy of the being shifted and changed constantly, as if it were made of thousands of tiny particles constantly moving and reforming.
