Chapter Sixty Nine

The Dark Lord's Sacrifice (Continuation)

Ariana and Demion exchanged a brief glance, knowing this might be their final battle. Their bodies were broken, their magic drained, but the dark, twisted creature that clawed its way out of the chasm demanded every last ounce of their strength. The very air around them thickened with dread, and the oppressive force of the monster's presence made it difficult to breathe.

As the creature fully emerged from the chasm, it towered over them, its massive body dripping with shadow and sinew. It looked down at them, its glowing eyes empty, yet filled with an ancient hunger that promised nothing but suffering and death.

"We die here if we don't stop this," Demion whispered hoarsely, blood dribbling from a gash above his eyebrow. His fingers tightened around the hilt of his sword, the weight of it almost unbearable, but he lifted it anyway, determined to make a final stand.