Skirmish
The chamber was bathed in a dim glow, the ambient hum of power from the crystal filling the air.
Korig, Aurora, and Ezra stood near the crystal, contemplating their next move.
The silence was thick with anticipation, their hands inches away from the ancient artifact.
Just then, a booming voice shattered the stillness, as if a titan had kicked down the door.
Their hearts raced, and in a flash, they adopted defensive postures, ready to face the unexpected intruders.
As the footsteps grew louder from the other side of the chamber's door, they remained fixated, nerves on edge, awaiting the imminent confrontation.
With a deafening crash, the door gave way, revealing a figure framed by the shattered entryway.
This person was flanked by others, their intentions visibly malevolent.
Their leader, a tall and menacing presence, stepped forward, a twisted grin playing on his lips.