The Keeper of the Rift loomed over Marcus and Elara, its shadowy form seeming to blend seamlessly with the swirling darkness of the Rift. The entity exuded an oppressive aura that made even the air feel heavy and suffocating. Its glowing green eyes burned with malevolent intelligence, and its voice reverberated through the space like the tolling of a bell.
"You dare to challenge the eternal balance of chaos?" the Keeper intoned. "Mortals, your defiance is futile."
Marcus gritted his teeth, raising his sword defensively. "I'm getting real tired of these self-proclaimed gods and their monologues."
Elara smirked, her own weapon shimmering with a silvery light. "At least this one has a flair for drama. Let's cut the show short."
