The air crackled with anticipation as Zarathos reached for the pulsating Fragment of Desolation. Its obsidian surface held the promise of unimaginable power, and a cruel smile twisted his lips. But before his fingers could brush the shard, a metallic twang shattered the silence.
"Not this time, demon!" Kyra's voice echoed from the shadows, laced with steely resolve. An arrow, tipped with a faint blue glow, streaked through the darkness, aimed for Zarathos's outstretched hand.
With a snarl, Zarathos whipped his arm up, a shield of swirling dark energy deflecting the arrow with a hiss.
"Kyra" Zarathos thundered, his eye flashing with rage. "You do not know when to give up, do you?"
From the shadows, Kyra emerged, her bow drawn taut and her eyes blazing with determination. "Not without a fight, Zarathos," she declared, her voice unwavering. "And I will not let you claim the fragment."