Lucy's expression hardened, her angelic glow intensifying. "Let it come. I'll purge everything that stands in our way."
With their resolve unwavering, the trio pressed forward, their combined power lighting the path through the suffocating darkness.
As they approached the Shadowspire's gates, the oppressive darkness seemed to deepen, coiling like a living entity intent on swallowing them whole.
The massive structure loomed above, its spires stretching into the eternal night sky. The air grew colder, and the faint whispers of the infected echoed through the shadows like a sinister chorus.
Linsley raised his hand, his white flux shimmering as he examined the massive gate blocking their path. It pulsed faintly with crimson flux, intricate runes etched into its surface.
"It's fortified," he muttered. "This isn't just a door—it's a barrier designed to repel intruders."
