The obsidian obelisk, its surface etched with ancient symbols, pulsed with a dark energy. Kim Cheon, his hand still resting upon its cold, smooth surface, felt the Shadow's power surge through him, a wave of energy that coursed through his body, transforming him. He felt a connection to the obelisk, a sense of belonging, a sense of purpose.
He closed his eyes, focusing his will, channeling the obelisk's power. He saw visions, fragments of memories, echoes of the past. He saw the Guild, its members shrouded in darkness, their eyes filled with greed and ambition. He saw them using the obelisk to drain the realm of its power, to feed their own insatiable hunger for dominance.
He saw the Guild's lair, a fortress of obsidian and shadow, nestled deep within the heart of the realm. He saw the Guild's leader, a figure cloaked in darkness, his eyes burning with a malevolent light. He saw the Guild's members, their faces twisted with malice, their hands clutching weapons of dark magic.
He opened his eyes, his gaze burning with a fierce determination. He knew where he had to go. He knew what he had to do. He had to confront the Guild, to stop them from draining the realm of its power, to save the twins, to restore balance to the world.
He turned, his steps leading him towards the Guild's lair, his heart pounding with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. He felt the Shadow's presence, a comforting warmth enveloping him. He felt its power flowing through him, guiding his steps. He knew he was not alone. He knew he had the strength to face whatever lay ahead.
He reached the entrance to the Guild's lair, a massive obsidian gate, its surface etched with ancient symbols. He felt a surge of energy, a wave of power that coursed through his body, transforming him. He felt a connection to the gate, a sense of belonging, a sense of purpose.
He reached out, his hand trembling slightly, and touched the gate. He felt a surge of energy, a wave of power that coursed through him, transforming him. He felt a connection to the gate, a sense of belonging, a sense of purpose.
He closed his eyes, focusing his will, channeling the gate's power. He felt a surge of energy, a wave of power that coursed through him, transforming him. He felt a connection to the gate, a sense of belonging, a sense of purpose.
He opened his eyes, his gaze burning with a fierce determination. He felt the Shadow's mark, a symbol of power and darkness, imprinted upon his soul. He felt a connection to the Shadow, a sense of belonging, a sense of purpose.
He knew he was ready to face the Guild. He knew he was ready to fight for the realm's salvation. He knew he was ready to fulfill his destiny.
He stepped through the gate, his heart pounding with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. He knew he was entering the heart of darkness, the lair of the Guild. He knew he was facing his destiny.
He knew he was the Shadow's Champion.