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Naon tilted his head, the darkness that formed his face shifting into a semblance of surprise. The flickering blue flames in his hollow eyes betrayed a moment of hesitation as they studied Alisha.
"To think a divine incarnate would dare follow me into this abyss," he said, his voice laced with mockery. A low, menacing laugh bubbled up from his throat. "It seems you've grown tired of life. These gates are tenuously held together—they'll collapse, trapping you here for eternity. And yet, you come alone. Tell me, where does this reckless confidence stem from?"
Alisha met his gaze without flinching, her stance unwavering despite the oppressive aura Naon exuded. The holy crown upon her head shimmered faintly, a beacon of defiance against the encroaching darkness. "With the power of Olion, our god, I will defeat you," she declared, her voice clear and resolute.
