The calm before the storm was deceptive. The convergence continued to pulse with a steady, reassuring light, but the allies could feel the tension in the air, a constant reminder that the Shadow Weaver was still out there, plotting his next move. Kael, Morgana, and Vallon had spent weeks preparing, studying ancient texts, and fortifying their defenses, but they knew that the final confrontation was inevitable.
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Deep within the heart of the forest, the Shadow Weaver stood amidst a swirling vortex of darkness. His eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, and his presence seemed to warp the very fabric of the forest around him. The shadows danced at his command, forming intricate patterns that pulsed with dark energy.
"They are ready," a cloaked figure said, stepping forward. "The discord has taken root. Their unity is crumbling."
