The crystalline structures began to pulse with light.
Marcus stood frozen at the edge of the chamber, his weapon raised, his eyes fixed on the figures suspended in the crystals. They were ancient, their bodies withered and thin, their faces hidden in shadow. But as the light grew brighter, they began to stir.
"They're waking up," Evelyn breathed, her voice filled with fear. "We need to stop them."
Marcus shook his head. "It's too late. They're already awake."
The crystals shattered, and the figures stepped forward. They were tall, gaunt, their bodies wreathed in an ethereal glow. Their eyes burned with an ancient fire, their movements fluid and deliberate.
"Marcus Cole," one of them said, its voice echoing with power. "We have been waiting for you."
Marcus raised his weapon, his fing
