The festival of light, however, was short-lived. A tremor shook the ground, and a chilling silence descended upon the gathering. A dark cloud blotted out the sun, plunging the world into an unnatural twilight.
The Shadow Serpent had awakened.
A wave of fear swept through the gathering, the air thick with dread. The Shadow Serpent's influence began to manifest, twisting the minds of the people, turning their hopes and dreams into nightmares.
Lysander, his heart heavy with the weight of the impending doom, knew that the final battle had begun.