The Spirit's Wrath

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The shadowy figure loomed before them, a swirling mass of darkness that seemed to pulse with rage. Emma felt her heart race, the fear coursing through her veins.

"We're here to stop this," Emma shouted, stepping forward. "We won't be your sacrifice!"

The spirit let out a guttural laugh, its voice reverberating in the air. "You think you can stop what has been set in motion? The balance must be maintained!"

Liam clenched his fists, his eyes blazing with determination. "We know what you did to those who came before us! We won't let it happen again!"

As they stood together, the shadows writhed around them, whispering threats and curses, trying to break their resolve. But Emma felt a spark of courage ignite within her.

"Isabel! Marcus! Eliza!" she called out, her voice steady. "We remember you! You are not forgotten!"

With each name they spoke, the shadows around them flickered, and the whispers quieted. It was as if the spirits of the lost were responding to their call, urging them forward.

"Your voices do not scare me!" the spirit roared, its form twisting and writhing. "You are nothing but mere mortals!"

"Maybe," Jake said, stepping forward with a defiant glare. "But we're not afraid of you. We know the truth!"

"Your truth will not save you!" the spirit howled, lunging toward them with a fury that sent them sprawling back.

Emma and her friends scrambled to regain their footing as the darkness surged around them, but they quickly steadied themselves, hearts racing.

"We must hold on!" Nina cried, gripping Emma's arm tightly. "Together!"

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