As they approached the chamber where Astrid was rumored to be, the air grew thick with the stench of dark magic. The agent's pulse quickened—this was it. The moment he had been sent here to prevent.
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The door to the chamber was guarded by twisted creatures that once might have been men. Their skin was ashen, and their eyes burned with an unnatural fire. The trio took them on without hesitation, the Power Sword slicing through their corrupted forms with ease.
The agent watched in amazement, his hand hovering over his weapon. He was torn between his duty to his mission and his newfound respect for these brave fighters.
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The chamber beyond was vast, filled with an ominous dark energy that made the hair on the back of Adam's neck stand on end. Astrid stood at the center, her eyes glowing with malevolent power as she chanted ancient incantations.
