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Mara, her blade ready, moved with swift precision, her strikes aimed at the shifting form of the creature. She darted in and out of the darkness, her movements a blur of steel and agility. Every swing of her sword was met with a ripple of shadows, as if the darkness was alive and resisting her efforts.
Darian, his bow drawn, took position at the edge of the chamber. He fired arrows imbued with ancient runes, each one glowing with a fierce, golden light. The arrows struck the dark entity, causing it to wail and recoil, but it quickly reformed, its shape twisting to avoid further damage.
The creature's roar echoed through the chamber, and it surged forward, tendrils of shadow reaching out to envelop the group. Wei Lin moved with fluid grace, her sword slashing through the darkness with precise, deliberate strikes. Her every movement was guided by a deep sense of purpose, her training and intuition harmonizing in perfect unison.