Gabriel, Ethan, Lydia, and Amarus stood on the temple steps, their eyes locked on the dark figure of Malachai. The air around them was thick with tension, the ominous clouds swirling overhead. The ground continued to tremble beneath their feet, as if the very earth was responding to the malevolent force that had returned.
Gabriel tightened his grip on his sword, his eyes never leaving Malachai. "I don't know how you survived, but this ends now. We won't let you destroy everything we hold dear."
Malachai's cold laughter echoed through the air. "You still don't understand, Gabriel. The power of the relic is beyond your comprehension. You may have tapped into its strength, but I have become one with it."
Ethan stepped forward, his voice filled with determination. "We've beaten you before,
