In the center of a dark hallway filled with a pulsating energy that made the air vibrate and one's hair stand on end, the four young men from the Purple Kingdom formed a bastion of light. Each exuded unshakable confidence, their electric auras shimmering in shades of violet and indigo, casting dancing shadows across the black stone walls.
The smell of ozone was intense, mixed with the dust of the labyrinth.
Ahead, space distorted.
A black portal, tearing through the air like fabric, formed with a sucking sound.
From it emerged a colossal creature. Its body was a living storm—gray mist condensed into titanic muscles, interspersed with vibrant lightning that snaked beneath its "skin." A primal roar, like trapped thunder, echoed through the hall as it recognized the intruders, making the stones tremble.
The titan raised a gigantic arm, denser than rock, and fired a devastating beam—a pure cylinder of energy that hissed through the air, burning the oxygen.
