The temple shook violently, cracks forming along the ancient stone walls as the power of the Hollow Seat erupted in fury. The air itself warped, charged with dark energy, and the runes that once pulsed with golden light now bled into a searing crimson.
Reinhardt and Selene ran, the ground splintering beneath their feet. The throne had not taken rejection lightly—it was unraveling the entire chamber in its rage.
Tendrils of black mist lashed out, seeking to ensnare them. Selene's magic flared, cutting through the shadows with obsidian fire. "Reinhardt, move!" she snapped, her voice sharp over the sound of collapsing stone.
Reinhardt dodged a spear of darkness that shot past his head, rolling across the crumbling floor before regaining his footing. The exit—if one even existed anymore—was ahead, but the space around them kept shifting, twisting, refusing to let them go.
A voice thundered through the chamber. "You were chosen! You cannot turn away!"
Reinhardt gritted his teeth. "Watch me."
He surged forward, slashing through a clawed tendril that reached for his leg. Selene was beside him, her magic forming a protective barrier as the temple itself seemed to collapse in on them.
But just as they neared the archway ahead—the shadows condensed.
A monstrous figure rose before them, a titan of darkness shaped from the throne's rage. It had no face, only a shifting mass of twisting void, its presence suffocating.
Selene cursed. "Of course it wasn't going to let us leave without a fight."
Reinhardt took a stance, his sword steady despite the chaos. "Then we give it one."
The entity lunged.
Reinhardt met it head-on. Steel clashed against shadow, and the temple trembled as the final battle within the Hollow Seat began.