The air, thick with malice, vibrated as the rogue warrior—Talon—stepped forward. A wave of dark energy spiraled from his outstretched hand, crackling with an ancient power that threatened to tear apart the very essence of the prison they stood in. His eyes glowed with an eerie, unnatural light, a stark contrast to the determined resolve set on his face. Every breath he took felt like it was borrowed from the void, every movement a gamble with the abyss that beckoned.
“You’ve been hiding this,” Lena’s voice trembled, though she stood firm, her gaze locked on Talon’s shifting form. The darkness wrapped around him like a cloak, pulsing in time with the beats of a heart they couldn’t see—an entity born of forgotten evils. “All this time, and you never said a word.”
“I didn’t have a choice,” Talon replied, his voice a low growl. There was no room for softness now, no space for regret or apol
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