The week leading up to the final showdown passed in a blur, yet every moment felt weighted with preparation and tension.
Horizon and his guildmates threw themselves into upgrading their equipment, tirelessly crafting new items from the rare materials earned in previous battles. Armor was strengthened, weapons honed, and enchantments refined. Every detail mattered.
The group worked seamlessly, their movements and decisions guided by the unspoken trust they had forged in the crucible of countless trials. Yet, as the days dwindled, Horizon felt a growing unease, an itch beneath his skin that no preparation could scratch.
When the final night arrived, the guild's preparations appeared flawless. Their home was fortified with layered wards and traps, a testament to their caution. But unseen forces conspired against them.
