The cloaked figure stepped forward, its eyes piercing through the dim light. A cold wind swept through the chamber, extinguishing the faint glow of the bone pillars. Kael instinctively raised his sword, ready for another fight, but Riven raised a hand to stop him.
"Wait," Riven said, voice steady but cautious. "Who are you really? Why haunt me like this?"
The stranger's smile twisted. "I am the shadow of your choices, the reflection of your regrets. Every time you ran from your past, I grew stronger."
Lysara tightened her grip on her staff. "We don't need to fight shadows. Tell us what you want."
The figure's eyes softened for a moment, then hardened again. "Redemption… or destruction. The path is yours to choose."
Riven's jaw clenched. He knew this was no ordinary enemy — this was the battle within himself.
Kael sheathed his sword reluctantly. "Then we stand with you, Riven. You're not alone."
Riven nodded, feeling the weight of his past and the strength of his friends behind him. "Together, we end this."
The shadows around them began to swirl, forming a dark storm. But in the center, a bright light flickered—their hope, their unity.
The reckoning had truly begun.