Just as Elysia and Faelin were on the verge of uncovering the Enchanter's Blade's hiding place, they found themselves ambushed by the very mercenaries they sought to thwart. The leader, a grizzled warrior named Draven, sneered at them, his eyes filled with a hunger for power.
"Hand over the Enchanter's Blade, or face the consequences," Draven bellowed, brandishing a wickedly sharp blade.
Elysia stood defiantly, her staff glowing with arcane energy. "I will never allow you to misuse its power, Draven."
A fierce battle ensued within the library's hallowed halls. Bolts of lightning clashed with swirling gusts of wind as Elysia and Faelin fought valiantly against the mercenaries. Despite their efforts, they found themselves overwhelmed.
Just as all seemed lost, a figure emerged from the shadows. It was Talon, a mysterious rogue known for his unmatched agility and impeccable swordsmanship. Talon, having heard of the mercenaries' arrival, had chosen to aid Elysia and Faelin, recognizing the importance of protecting the Enchanter's Blade.
Together, they fought as a unified force, driving the mercenaries back and emerging victorious. Draven, defeated and huhumiliated, retreated into the darkness.