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The deep underground hall was filled with an oppressive aura as Aiven and Elf stood before the enormous crystal ball, feeling a surge of power emanating from all directions. The light radiating from the crystal ball surged like tides, carrying an irresistible allure, as if everything in this underground world revolved around it. In the center of the crystal ball, a flickering glow seemed to watch over them, hinting at some unknown presence.
"Is this the entrance to the Source Point?" Aiven whispered, his eyes wide with surprise and confusion. "It doesn't look like an 'entrance' at all."
Elf stood beside Aiven, gazing intently at the crystal ball, its ears perked up slightly. "Yes, it appears to be some sort of powerful source of energy," it said in a low, serious tone. "But if my instincts are correct, this place is not merely an entrance. It may be a seal, containing some formidable existence."
Aiven's heart began to race involuntarily. He felt an ominous premonition that this moment was not just a stage in their adventure but a crossroads of fate. If they pressed on, they would face not just riddles but a life-and-death challenge.
"If this isn't an entrance, what should we do?" Aiven glanced around, still unable to grasp the situation. "You mentioned it could be a seal; what exactly is it sealing?"
Elf furrowed its brow, seemingly recalling something. "The legends surrounding the Source Point speak of a dark force known as the 'Wings of Darkness.' It is an ancient entity with immense power. Once part of this world, it was sealed here by some unknown force." Elf's tail drooped slightly, its tone laced with caution. "According to legend, the revival of the 'Wings of Darkness' would bring endless calamity. We must be careful."
Upon hearing this, Aiven's heart sank. "'Wings of Darkness'? Isn't that the terrifying force we have to face?" He felt a wave of anxiety wash over him. "Should we even dare to proceed?"
Elf looked at Aiven, determination flashing in its eyes. "We've come this far; we cannot retreat now, no matter what lies ahead. We must find a way to deal with this power. Just think—if the 'Wings of Darkness' truly revive, the entire world will be engulfed in endless darkness."
Aiven fell silent for a moment, taking a deep breath as he made up his mind. "You're right. Whatever awaits us ahead, we must confront it."
Just as they resolved to move forward, the light from the crystal ball suddenly intensified as if activated by some unseen force. Aiven instinctively took a step back, gripping his flashlight tightly in preparation for any sudden developments. Elf stood tensely beside him, ears raised higher and eyes fixed on the crystal ball.
Suddenly, a deep rumble echoed from deep within the ground; the entire hall began to tremble as books on the shelves rustled involuntarily, as if some immense power was being unleashed. Then, the light at the center of the crystal ball flickered into a blinding blue flash before vanishing into thin air.
"What just happened?" Aiven shouted, his voice tinged with panic.
The Elf's gaze was fixed on the crystal ball, and he whispered, "This is bad! The seal of the 'Dark Wings' has been broken!"
Before the words had left his lips, a powerful storm erupted from the center of the hall, as if an invisible pair of wings were beating violently. The air in the entire hall began to feel unusually heavy, and Aiven sensed an indescribable pressure, as if some dark force was approaching. He turned abruptly, ready to flee, but the surrounding bookshelves started to shake, as if a tremendous power was tearing this place apart.
"Run! We need to get out of here!" The Elf suddenly grabbed Aiven's hand and urged him urgently.
However, just as they were about to leave, a piercing shriek suddenly echoed throughout the hall. Aiven's heart raced; the sound resembled that of a fierce beast letting out its final roar. Immediately after, a powerful stream of dark energy surged from the center of the hall, nearly engulfing them. Aiven felt a chill wash over him as the world around him plunged into darkness, as if everything had been consumed by shadows.
"Look! What is that?" The Elf pointed ahead with fear in his eyes.
Following his gesture, Aiven gazed into the depths of darkness and saw a pair of enormous wings slowly unfurling, exuding an overwhelming pressure as they emerged from the shadows. The feathers of those wings glinted like sharp blades, carving terrifying arcs through the air. Their presence felt like an invisible disaster, bringing with it a suffocating sense of dread.
"That is the 'Dark Wings'!" The Elf's voice was barely more than a whisper, squeezed out between clenched teeth. "We must leave this place!"
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