Ashen tightened his grip on his staff, his voice steady despite the chaos. "We're choosing Option 2. We stop this thing here, or everything ends."
Pyro and Aria exchanged grim looks, both nodding in reluctant agreement. Aria whispered a quick prayer, her hands trembling as she prepared another spell.
The cracks on the obelisk deepened, dark tendrils of energy spilling forth. The chamber's air grew heavier with each passing second, the pressure enough to make them feel as if their lungs were collapsing.
A low, guttural laugh reverberated through the chamber as a monstrous voice echoed:
"You mortals amuse me. Struggling against the inevitable… how quaint."
The obelisk shattered entirely, fragments of ancient stone flying in all directions. From within, a towering figure emerged, its presence eclipsing the Watcher entirely.
