"It's alive again!" Gwendolyn gasped, scrambling to her feet. "What do we do now?"
Malgarius, still reeling from the fall, struggled to his knees, his gaze locked on the terrifying creature before them. "We need to find a way to weaken it," he muttered, more to himself than to her, his mind racing.
"But how?"
The entity loomed closer, its form crackling with energy, and Gwendolyn could feel the heat radiating from it. "We need to use the sphere!" she shouted, her voice shaking with fear. "It's connected to this place. Maybe it's the key!"
Malgarius nodded, though doubt flickered in his eyes. "If we can get close enough," he said, determination hardening his voice, "we might be able to turn the tide."
