The air grew colder as Nyx's shadows enveloped the chamber, swirling like a tempest of nightmares. Morgana felt the oppressive weight of the dark magic pressing down on her, and for a brief moment, doubt flickered in her heart. But she quickly banished the thought. She had faced horrors before, and this would be no different.
Kirin stood beside her, his sword gleaming in the dim light. "Stay close, Morgana. We can't let these illusions get to us."
Nyx's voice echoed, taunting them. "Your bravado will crumble soon enough, champions. The shadows will reveal your deepest fears, and when they do, you will beg for mercy."
Without warning, the swirling darkness converged, and the chamber began to shift. The walls seemed to stretch and distort, and soon, the once-glimmering crystals dimmed to mere embers of their former selves. The ground beneath Morgana's feet rippled, and before she could react, a new reality unfolded before her.
