"Welcome, seekers of truth," it intoned, the words dripping like icicles in a cavern.
Each word seemed to reverberate in the chamber, creating an eerie symphony.
Before they could respond, the figure made a swift motion, causing the shadows to leap and twist.
The air crackled with an ominous energy, and their instincts screamed of imminent danger.
The figure's form shifted, its cloak contorting into menacing shapes, a dark maelstrom of malevolent intent.
Ezra and Sarah tightened their grips on their weapons, preparing for an onslaught. Korig tightened his fist.
The battle was about to reach a crescendo, a clash between light and darkness in this hidden sanctuary.
The very fate of their quest hung in the balance, teetering on the edge of an ancient abyss.
But would they survive another battle?
That too against a foe way stronger than the adversaries they faced before?
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