Ava's breath came in short, sharp bursts as she pressed herself against the cold, damp wall of the inner sanctum. The dim, flickering light from the ancient sconces cast eerie shadows, dancing around her as if mocking her resolve. Her fingers brushed the hilt of her dagger, the cool metal a stark reminder of the battles fought and the ones yet to come.
"You shouldn't be here, Ava," a voice echoed through the cavernous room, dripping with condescension. "You've come so far only to meet your end."
Ava's heart pounded as she recognized the voice of her adversary, Magnus. Stepping into the dim light, his figure was a blend of menace and grandeur, his eyes gleaming with malevolent intent. He stood tall, draped in a cloak that seemed to absorb the very light around him.
"Magnus," Ava spat, the name leaving a bitter taste on her tongue. "You've manipulated us for too long. This ends now."
