Adrian's Gambit

The abyss yawned before them, an endless maw of swirling shadows, darker than the night itself. The air crackled with tension as Adrian stood shoulder to shoulder with Talon, his eyes hard as steel, his resolve burning like a flame against the suffocating darkness. They were at the brink, teetering on the edge of something far worse than death. The rogue warrior, once feared and hated, was now their only hope, a living seal to bind the ancient evil and prevent its inevitable rise.

Talon's breaths were shallow, his body trembling with the effort to contain the power that threatened to consume him whole. “This is it, isn't it?” His voice was hoarse, barely audible above the distant hum of dark energy that pulsed from the abyss.

Adrian nodded, his jaw set. “It’s now or never.”

Lena’s voice, thick with emotion, broke through the tension. “There has to be another way, Adrian. You can’t just ask him to—”