In the hidden chamber, the darkness-infused crystal shattered with a resounding impact, mirroring the demise of Sylvana earlier. The room's somber atmosphere seemed to echo with each fragment that fell.
"Another one bites the dust." a voice murmured, its tone a mixture of resignation and bitter acceptance.
As if summoned by the events, the ominous figure emerged once again from the shadows, their presence as disquieting as before.
"Even Zolvik has fallen. He should have been the one to at least halt their advance." the figure lamented, frustration evident in their words.
The weight of their mission and the constraints imposed by their circumstances cast a shadow over their intentions.
A deep exhalation seemed to carry the weight of centuries of longing and restraint.
"Damn this curse. If not for the restrictions placed upon us by the God's Domain…"
