The sky above had darkened to an unnatural shade, a deep, swirling mass of clouds that crackled with energy. The once serene mountaintop, where the temple stood, now felt like the epicenter of something cataclysmic. Agastya stood at the temple's entrance, his eyes scanning the horizon. He could feel it—an impending force, larger and more dangerous than anything they had faced before.
The battle they had just fought was a prelude, a test of their resilience. But this… this was the final battle. The great threat Nia had foreseen, the one that had been brewing in the shadows of their struggles, was finally here.
The air buzzed with tension as the other protectors joined him. Amara, Darshan, and Nia stood by his side, their faces grim, but their spirits resolute. They had been through so much together, each of them scarred by the battles they had fought and the losses they had endured. But they were no longer the same warriors they had been at the start of this journey.