Wyatt POV
As I stepped forward, all eyes fixated on me. With a swift motion, I raised a shimmering, magical barrier, shielding myself from any impending attacks. The shield, though powerful, would only hold for a limited time. The moment the spell took effect, I could feel the searing heat of the dark magic coursing through my body, igniting the tattoos etched upon my skin.
"Why, Wyatt, grandson of Endora," their voice resonated, filled with curiosity and intrigue. "Why would you risk your life for one who holds the potential to rejuvenate our dwindling power? Your reputation precedes you; you are known for taking, not aiding."
The speaker held the others at bay, granting us a brief respite. "Join us," they continued, their immortal voice carrying an air of persuasion. "Join us, and you
