The shadowy figure of Nyx towered over the battlefield, a monstrous embodiment of darkness and despair. The ground trembled beneath his presence, and the air grew thick with the weight of his malevolence. The soldiers and mages who had fought so bravely now found themselves standing before a being of unimaginable power, the culmination of all their fears.
Elara, Kirin, Thalia, and the remaining fighters formed a tight circle around the altar, their backs to each other, their faces grim with determination. The air crackled with tension as Nyx's malevolent gaze swept over them, his eyes glowing with an unearthly light. His voice, when it came, was like the rumble of distant thunder, reverberating through their very souls.
"You are foolish to stand against me," Nyx intoned, his voice filled with dark amusement. "This land is mine, its people mine to command, its energy mine to consume. You cannot stop the inevitable."