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2024-10-29 19:42:56The air was suffocating, thick with an energy that seemed to pulse in time with their hearts. The prison walls, once a symbol of their last stand, now trembled as the ancient evil stirred beneath. Talon, standing at the center of it all, was fading fast. His power, the very thing they feared would consume him, was slipping away.
“There has to be another way,” Lena's voice cracked, her eyes fixed on Talon. Desperation laced her words, but her tone held firm. “We can’t just give you up.”
Talon’s lips pressed into a hard line, the dark energy still swirling around him like a tempest on the verge of breaking loose. “There is no other way,” he said, voice rough, tired. “This is the only chance we have.”
Jakob stepped forward, frustration etched across his features. “No! We didn’t come all this way just to lose you!” His sword hung at his side, useless in the face of what they were truly fig
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