The chamber erupted into chaos as the dark energy swirled around them, filling the air with a palpable sense of dread. The shadowy figure stood at the center of the storm, their hands raised high as they channeled the raw power of the ancient ritual. The green light from the altar pulsed with increasing intensity, casting eerie shadows on the walls.
Elara's grip on her sword tightened as she locked eyes with the figure, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the darkness pressing in on her, whispering insidious doubts into her mind. But she pushed them aside, focusing on the task at hand. They had come too far to fail now.
"Elias, Thalia—focus on the figure!" Elara commanded, her voice cutting through the chaos. "Morgana, try to disrupt the ritual! We need to stop this before it's too late!"