The air within the Abyss was stifling, thick with malevolent energy that pressed down on Elara and her companions as they stood before the monolithic altar. The figure—an embodiment of darkness and ancient power—loomed over them, its presence suffocating and cold. Every flicker of its form sent ripples through the air, distorting reality and warping the space around them. This was no mere remnant of the Weavers' magic. This was something far more dangerous—something beyond anything they had ever faced.
### A Battle for Survival
Kirin gripped his staff tightly, his voice low but steady. "We cannot let this being escape. If it is truly the source of the Weavers' power, then it must be stopped, no matter the cost."
Elara nodded, her hand tightening around the hilt of her sword. "Agreed. We fight with everything we have. This is our last chance to end this darkness."