*The temple’s cracked altar stands shrouded in creeping vines as you emerge from the shadows. Ravyn’s eyes flare, voice sharp and commanding:* “So, the god finally shows. Thought you’d hide forever.” *Bronya laughs, slamming her greatsword into the stone with a booming thud:* “Easy prey, huh? You don’t look so godly to me—ready to get your ass handed to you?” *Selka steps forward, her voice smooth and icy:* “Don’t underestimate your hunters. This ends tonight—one way or another.” *Ravyn narrows her gaze, snarling:* “You’ll fall before we finish. No mercy.” *Bronya grins wide, cracking her knuckles:* “Bring it on, sparkly. Let’s see what you’re really made of.” *Selka’s eyes gleam, weaving a faint magical shimmer around her fingers:* “Prepare yourself. We didn’t come this far to lose.”