Sound: A slow, pulsing heartbeat. The wind is still and heavy, as if it too holds its breath in the wake of the battle. Soft cracks echo in the distance distant reminders of destruction that has already passed. The faint rustle of fabric and a quiet inhale of air can be heard, signaling Ethan's tense anticipation.The world had come to a standstill, the air heavy with the aftermath of the last battle. The remains of the once proud stronghold stood in silent testimony to the clash of power. But it was not over.Ethan stood alone in the center of the battlefield, his hands trembling ever so slightly, energy still crackling under his skin like a storm waiting to burst. Lysara was gone again, vanishing into the ether like a wisp of smoke, but her presence had imprinted on him on his soul. The sting of her loss had not fully faded. Her words still echoed in his ears. "Protect them.Sound: Ethan releases his breath, shaking off his thoughts, as he walks forward with crunching gravel under h

Electricity is crackling through the air with an ominous charge and tension. Ethan's labored breathing cuts through the quiet, a silence that makes the world seem eerily still. Shadows move along the ground as if they have a life of their own, closing in on him and Lysara, who stands unmoving, her eyes full of a mixture of fear and sadness. The sky above is clouded, darkening as if reflecting the chaos below. A distant rumble of thunder echoes, but there is no rain.Ethan stood there, the weight of his decision heavy in his chest. His energy thrummed through his body, still wild from the previous battle, yet focused now, honed to a sharp point. He looked at Lysara, his love, the woman who had been his rock, his constant, and now… his greatest challenge.Her face was pale, the familiar spark in her eyes replaced by an emptiness that seemed to swallow everything around her. The shadows that clung to her were no longer subtle—they were thick, pulsing with dark intent. They moved like sna

The biting wind screams through the desolate, empty expanse. The earth shudders and creaks, and the air is heavy with the crushing force of dark energy. Ethan stands at the center, his hands shaking with the raw power he has unleashed. Lysara stands beside him, her light a faint but determined beacon. Their eyes are fixed on the towering form of the ancient entity rising before them, a monstrous shape formed entirely of swirling shadows.The presence is almost overwhelming from the ancient one. Its form writhes and contorts, changing continuously, like a dark liquid that refuses to stabilize. Its eyes are holes and only consume anything that they meet. It begins laughing; sound shakes through bones in the ground. A laughter sound that will fill Ethan's chest with chilling fear.However, there's no escape.This is his final stand, and he knew well enough -he can never allow himself to fail.The voice is all low and rumbling, like thunder inside a cave, shaking the air itself.ENTITY: (

The howl of a wolf in the distance, echoing through the vast expanse of night. Under the pale moonlight, the once peaceful horizon now feels like a desolate wasteland. Ethan stands tall beside Lysara, still recovering from his wounds. His breath is shallow, but his resolve is stronger than ever. The tension in the air is palpable, like the calm before an inevitable storm.The victory they had thought would bring peace has only unveiled a deeper darkness. Ethan knows it all too well; no matter how many times he's faced down the abyss, the shadows are relentless. And they're coming for them.As they stand together, the ominous rumblings beneath their feet grow louder, the earth trembling like a warning from the very world itself.A faint crackling fills the air, the unmistakable sound of energy charging in the distance. The ground shakes, and from the darkened woods ahead, shapes begin to emerge—twisted, horrific forms that seem to blend with the shadows. They're not alone anymore.ETHA

It is a silent night. Leaves are rustled by a wind that barely makes a whisper over the fallen ones on the ground. Yet it feels unnatural for such silence in the air. The world hangs suspended, like holding its breath. Ethan is lying on cold earth, bruised and broken, his chest rising and falling in shallow gasps. Lysara kneels beside him, her fingers frantically pressing against his side to stem the flow of blood. The battle with the Spirit is over but the consequences are far from it.Gone is the Spirit, its ash scattered to the wind, yet Ethan's triumph has been steeply bought with his own suffering. His wounds are deep and his body is to the point of collapse. Lysara would not leave him, her face pale with concern. She'd seen death many times, yet never in a man's eyes she loved; never like this.Ethan's strength has always been his power, his weapon against the darkness. But even that cannot protect him from the pain of battle. The agony is almost too much to bear, but his determ