40. Galen

In the dark theater, shadows danced to the rhythm of the impending confrontation. Aware of Alex's fragility immersed in the illusion, I opted for a cautious approach. My flames, powerful and destructive, might hurt Alex who lay trapped in Lilith's clutches. Instead, I decided to forge a shadow sword.

The sword materialized in my hands, emanating a dark energy that resonated with the essence of shadow. I held the sword firmly, my determination shining in my eyes, reflecting the faint light escaping through the shadows.

Lilith, for her part, watched my choice with interest. A smirk crept across her face, as if anticipating an outcome in her favor.

"You think a shadow sword can challenge my illusion? You underestimate yourself, Galen," he muttered disdainfully.