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As the tension in the grand hall of King Roger’s castle reached its peak, with elite mages circling menacingly around them, Mike stepped forward, a resolute calm in his demeanor. He clasped his hands together, drawing from the depths of his arcane knowledge. Whispering an incantation, he unleashed "Echoes of the Void," a powerful illusion-based ability known for its psychological impact.
The effect was immediate and terrifying. A palpable aura of darkness emanated from Mike, weaving into the air and twisting into forms that preyed on the deepest fears of each mage surrounding them. Ghostly images and haunting whispers filled the hall, targeting the minds of their adversaries with chilling precision.
The mages faltered, their expressions twisting into ones of horror as each confronted their personal nightmares. Some clutched their heads in a vain attempt to silence the whispers, while others staggered back, eyes wide with fear. The aura was so overwhelming that even the air felt heavy with the weight of the void's touch.
Leveraging the chaos, Zara and Levi followed Mike’s lead, advancing steadily towards King Roger’s Main Room. The path before them cleared as the mages struggled to regain their composure, their formations breaking under the strain of their own terror.
The trio moved with purpose, their steps echoing ominously in the now-quiet hall, punctuated only by the distant sounds of distress from the mages left behind. As they approached the ornate doors of the Main Room, the sense of impending confrontation thickened.
Pushing the doors open, they were greeted by the sight of King Roger, seated majestically on his throne, flanked by his five elite Elders. The room was grand, decorated with tapestries that told the history of King Roger’s reign—each thread a testament to the battles won and the power wielded.
King Roger’s gaze was steely as he assessed the intruders, his Elders standing slightly behind him, their presence a silent threat. His voice, when he spoke, carried a calm authority that belied the tension in the room.
"Who dares disrupt the sanctity of my castle with such foul magic?" King Roger demanded, his eyes narrowing on Mike, recognizing the source of the disturbance.
Zara stepped forward, her posture relaxed but assertive. "We seek an audience, King Roger. Our intentions are not hostile, but we will defend ourselves if necessary," she stated clearly, her eyes locked on the king's.
The Elders shifted uneasily, their hands glowing faintly with accumulated magical energy, ready to defend their sovereign at a moment’s notice.
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