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The robed figure hovered silently, its form half-substantial as if made from shadow and something like fire but in violet colot. It was a Supernatural creature they never see before.

The ravens stirred first. They flap their wings with a sound like cracking ice before lifting into the air. Their eyes glowed bright blue and tracking the trio below.

Then, with a sharp motion of the figure's hand, the chamber erupted.

A cluster of violet fireballs burst outward, arcing through the air toward them.

Rama was the first to move, his instincts kicking in. He ducked and rolled, drawing his sword in a single slash. The blade ignited with flickering emberlight as he charged forward and slicing one of the fireballs clean in half. It exploded behind him in a rush of heat and light.