The Wraith's voice, hollow and distorted, echoed through the underground chamber. "You've made it this far, but you're too late. The wheels are already in motion, and there's nothing you can do to stop them."
Sophia kept her weapon trained on The Wraith, her mind racing. They had come too far to let this end in a standoff. The fate of the war could very well hinge on this moment.
"Maybe," Sophia replied, her voice steady despite the tension thrumming through her. "But we've been in tight spots before and still found a way out. We'll stop whatever you've set in motion, just like we've stopped every other plan you've tried to unleash."
The Wraith tilted their head slightly, as if considering her words. "You still don't understand, do you? This isn't about winning or losing battles. This is about reshaping the world. A world where chaos is the only certainty, and those who can master it will rule."