"We need to hurry," Veronica said, her instincts on high alert. "Something's coming."
Just as the last of the symbols was destroyed, a figure emerged from the shadows, much like the one John and Natasha had faced. "You cannot stop us," it hissed, its eyes glowing with dark power.
Veronica and Milan readied their weapons, prepared for battle. "We'll see about that," Veronica replied, her voice steady.
The figure attacked, its dark magic swirling around it like a storm. Veronica and Milan fought back with everything they had, their movements precise and deadly. The figure was powerful, but they had the advantage of experience and teamwork.
As the battle raged on, Veronica noticed something, a faint glow emanating from a nearby stone. "Milan, cover me," she shouted, making her way towards the stone.