Abigail's POV
The air crackles with energy as this entity looms before us, a monster amalgamation of shadows and flickering light. Its form shifts and warps, never settling, always changing.
The darkness pulses around it, feeding off the power that seems to radiate from the very land.
I can feel the weight of its gaze, its voice booming in my mind. "You dare challenge me?" it thunders, "I am the essence of the Shadowlands itself.
Centuries have I feasted on the struggle between light and darkness, and now, you shall forever be bound unto me!"
Its power is overwhelming. I do what I can to retain my composure, even as the shaking reaches beneath my feet.
The Freedom Pack stands with me, guns drawn, magic swirling around us. To my right is Damien, his jaw set in grim determination.
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