As the vision faded, the group stood in stunned silence, the weight of their discovery settling heavily upon them. The darkness that had consumed Ile-Ife seemed to seep into their very souls, and they knew that they had to act swiftly to restore balance to the planet. Their primary goal now was to find the Dark Artifact, the key to breaking the curse that had ravaged Ile-Ife. According to the vision, the artifact was buried at Agwankaya's heart, and they had already reached this point. Now, they needed to locate the artifact and claim it.
As they searched the dark, foreboding chamber, the group's flashlights casting eerie shadows on the walls, they suddenly heard the unsettling sound of scuttling hooves on stone. The group turned to see that the creatures with bodies of large goats and sheep, their twisted features and glowing eyes a testament to their otherworldly nature, had returned with even more of their kind. The creatures' eyes burned with an unnatural hunger, their gazes fixed intently on the group with a malevolent intensity.
The creatures' twisted bodies seemed to be crafted for savagery, their horns sharp and menacing, their fur matted and dirty. As they moved closer, their eyes gleaming with an unholy light, the group could feel a palpable sense of menace emanating from them.
The group's faces reflected their unease and fear as they gazed upon the creatures. Mike's grip on the artifact tightened, his eyes narrowing as he prepared for battle. Amina's eyes were wide with alarm, her breathing quickening as she readied herself to face the creatures. The others stood frozen, their faces pale and set, their eyes fixed on the approaching horde.
The atmosphere in the chamber grew thick with tension, the air heavy with the scent of damp earth and decay. The sound of the creatures' hooves echoed off the walls, creating an unsettling cacophony that seemed to reverberate through the group's very bones. As the creatures closed in, their eyes fixed on the group with an unblinking stare, the group knew they were in for a fierce and potentially deadly battle.
The creatures charged towards the group, their horns glinting in the dim light. "We will take the artifact from you," one of the creatures growled, its voice low and menacing. "It belongs to us, and we will stop at nothing to claim it."
The group stood firm, ready to defend themselves against the creatures' attack. Mike held the good artifact tightly, its power coursing through him. "We're not going to let you have it," he said, his voice firm. "This artifact is our only hope to save Ile-Ife."
Suddenly, another voice emerged from within the creatures, its tone low and menacing. "The artifact is powerful, and we need power, more power," it said, as the rest of the creatures parted to make way for the speaker. The creature's movement was fluid and deliberate, its twisted body gliding effortlessly across the stone floor.
As it strode forward, its eyes gleamed with a fierce intensity, its voice dripping with an unnatural hunger. The creature's expression was one of arrogant superiority, its gaze sweeping over the group with a calculating gaze. "With it, we can become more powerful and do whatever we please," it continued, its voice rising in excitement.
The creature's appearance was imposing, its twisted body seeming to embody the very essence of darkness and malevolence. Its horns gleamed in the dim light, and its eyes burned with an unnatural energy. As it reached the front of the group, it paused, its gaze lingering on the group with an unblinking stare.
"You see! It's ours," the creature declared, its voice dripping with possessiveness. The creature's expression was one of cold calculation, its eyes seeming to bore into the group's very souls. Its voice was like a cold wind, sending shivers down the group's spines as it asserted its claim to the artifact.
"This artifact is not yours," Mike said, his voice firm and resolute, his jaw set in determination. "And like I have said earlier, we're not going to let you have it," he added, his eyes locked on the creature with a fierce intensity. Mike's grip on the artifact tightened, his knuckles white as he held onto it like it was going to be snatched away from him at any moment.
The creature's gaze narrowed as it listened to Mike's words, its eyes flashing with anger and frustration. Its expression twisted into a snarl, its lips curling back to reveal sharp teeth. "Ok then," the creature said, its voice low and menacing, its tone dripping with malice.
With a swift motion, the creature made a sign, its hand gesture swift and commanding. The rest of the creatures snarled and charged, their horns lowered, their eyes fixed on the group with a fierce determination. The sound of their hooves pounding the stone floor was like thunder, growing louder with each passing moment.