The necromancer's dark energy crackled in the air, the tension palpable as Akira, Kael, Blacky, Maya, and Rylan prepared for the battle of their lives. The reaper phantoms loomed around them, their forms twisted and menacing, eyes glowing with malevolent intent.
Kael and Akira exchanged a determined glance. "We can't let him succeed," Kael said, his voice firm. "We have to stop him here and now."
With a nod of agreement, Akira stepped forward, his dagger at the ready. Kael moved to his side, both brothers united in their resolve. Blacky, in his human form, flexed his claws, his eyes glinting with determination. Maya and Rylan took defensive stances, ready to support the group with their skills.
The necromancer sneered, raising his staff high. "You think you can defeat me? Pathetic mortals!"
