The voice faded away, leaving the townspeople to wonder if they had really heard it. But Darktoz knew the truth. He knew that the shadow was still out there, waiting for its next opportunity to strike.

Darktoz was a man of few words, but his eyes told a different story. They were piercing, with a deep understanding of the unknown. He had spent years studying the ancient arts, delving into the mysteries of the universe. And he knew that the shadow over Blackmore was no ordinary presence.

And he knew that he would be ready.