"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" he sneered. "It seems that our little game of cat and mouse has come to an end."
John and the rest of the group tensed, ready to fight for their lives. But before they could even make a move, a bright light enveloped the room, blinding everyone momentarily.
When their vision returned, they saw that the artifact was gone, and in its place stood a figure wreathed in light. It was a being unlike any they had ever seen, with wings of pure energy and eyes that seemed to see into their very souls.
"I am the guardian of the artifact," the being spoke, its voice echoing through the chamber. "And I have come to warn you – this artifact is far too powerful for mortal hands to wield. It must be destroyed before it falls into the wrong hands." The group looked at each other in shock, realizing the gravity of the situation. They had risked everything to obtain the artifact, but now they were being told that it could not be used.
"But how do we destroy it?" John asked, his voice shaking.
The guardian smiled sadly. "There is only one way," it said. "You must take the artifact to the heart of the enemy kingdom and sacrifice it on the altar of their god. Only then will its power be nullified, and peace will return to the land."
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