"Alex, I can feel it," Sarah whispered, her breath hitching in her throat. "He's drawing power from the shadows; we need to disrupt his focus!"
Alex's eyes narrowed, determination flaring in their depths. "You're right. If we can break his concentration, we might stand a chance." He glanced around the chamber, searching for anything that could help. "But we need a distraction—a way to keep him off balance."
Before Sarah could respond, Damian's voice cut through the tension like a knife. "You think you can outsmart me? I've spent centuries perfecting my mastery over the dark arts!"
As shadows began to coil and twist around him, Sarah felt an unsettling chill seep into her bones. The shadows, like tendrils of darkness, snaked toward her, intent on enveloping her and draining her spirit.
"We have to fight back," she said, her voice steady despite the tremors of fear. "Together."
