Aric met the spirit's gaze without flinching, his voice calm but laced with authority. "I am Aric, a seeker of power. I have come for the Heavenly Seraphic Lotus, a treasure your civilization has left behind. Stand aside, spirit, or face the consequences."
The spirit's ethereal form crackled with energy as it raised its sword, pointing it directly at Aric. "Foolish mortal! The power you seek is not for the likes of you. It is a gift meant only for the worthy, those who possess not just strength but the wisdom to wield it. You, I sense, are driven by greed and darkness. I will not allow you to claim what is not yours!"
A smirk curled on Aric's lips. "Your civilization is long dead, and your time has passed. What remains is for the strong to take. If you believe me unworthy, then prove it. Fight me and see if your ancient power can stand against the might of the present."
