The High Priest's voice echoed through the massive cavern as he raised his hands toward the corrupted heart-gem, the blackened crystal pulsing with sickly power above the altar. His followers continued their swaying chant, their voices weaving a terrible symphony of dark magic that fed the growing corruption.
"Your ancestors failed to understand the true purpose of darkness," he called to me, his face illuminated by the gem's unholy light. "Shadow isn't meant to be contained—it's meant to consume!"
I drew my blade, the steel glinting in the purple glow. "My ancestors understood balance. What you're doing isn't balance—it's destruction."
Behind me, I heard the battle cries of my guards as they burst into the chamber, engaging the cultists who broke from their circle to defend their ritual. Steel clashed against steel, and the air filled with shouts and the crackling of dark magic.
