Lirien's hand tightened around the hilt of her sword as the dark figure loomed closer. She could feel its malevolent energy radiating towards her, making her skin crawl.
Raven's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with excitement. "Ah, perfect. Now that we have... company, let's discuss the terms of our little agreement."
The dark figure spoke in a voice that sent shivers down Lirien's spine. "You shouldn't have come here. This is a place of ancient power, and you are not worthy to disturb it."
Kaelin stepped forward, its voice calm and commanding. "We mean no disrespect. We seek the Heart of Light to stop the Shadowheart's return."
The dark figure chuckled, its voice like the rustling of dry leaves. "The Shadowheart is a force to be reckoned with. You are no match for it."
Raven's eyes gleamed with anticipation. "Ah, but that's where you're wrong. With my help, they'll be more than a match for the Shadowheart."
Lirien's grip on her sword tightened. She didn't trust Raven or his mysterious associate, but she knew they had to make a decision quickly.
"What do you want from us?" she asked, her voice firm.
The dark figure leaned forward, its eyes burning with an otherworldly intensity. "I want you to leave this place now. Take your little map and go back to your village. Leave this quest behind."
Raven's smile faltered for a moment before he regained his composure. "Ah, no. I think we'll pass on that offer. We have... business to attend to here."
The dark figure raised its hand, and the air around them seemed to darken, as if the very shadows themselves were coalescing into a living entity.
"You shouldn't have come here," it repeated, its voice growing louder, more menacing.