"Oh yeah, we definitely have to destroy this thing," said Ren, grabbing the Marbel Emerald without hesitation. His armored fingers clenched around it, the servo mechanisms in his Mark II gauntlet tightening.
CRAAK!
A sharp cracking sound shattered the silence. The orb fractured, giving off one final green glow before exploding in a small burst of shimmering light that slowly faded into the air.
"That should do it..." muttered Derek, struggling to his feet. He gave a tired, bitter smile as he looked at the bodies of his fallen comrades, now lying lifeless on the blood-stained floor of the once-grand throne room.
Footsteps echoed from the eastern corridor. One by one, members of the Band of Massiah entered—some covered in blood, some barely able to walk.
"It's over!?" Arash's voice rang out, his eyes quickly scanning the entire hall.
"You're late!" Ren called out without turning, exhaling deeply. His helmet was already open, revealing a tired but sharp expression.
