Chapter 10: The Return

Rhashid and his allies gathered outside the gates of the Sanctum, ready to take back their home from the Dark Mage and his minions. Rhashid felt a surge of power within him, the power of the Legendary Weapon. He knew that he was their only hope.

"Are you ready?" Rhashid asked, looking around at his fellow warriors.

They nodded, determination etched on their faces. Rhashid raised his hand, and the gates of the Sanctum opened with a loud creak.

They charged forward, meeting the Dark Mage's army head-on. The battle was fierce, but Rhashid's Legendary Weapon powers gave them an edge. His speed and strength were unmatched, and he moved through the enemy lines with ease.

The Dark Mage himself stepped onto the battlefield, ready to face Rhashid. Rhashid charged at him, but the Dark Mage was a powerful sorcerer, and he unleashed a barrage of spells that Rhashid barely managed to dodge.

"You are no match for me, boy," the Dark Mage said, his voice dripping with disdain.

"We'll see about that," Rhashid replied, gritting his teeth.

The two clashed, their swords ringing out in a symphony of steel. Rhashid felt the power of the Legendary Weapon coursing through his veins, and he struck blow after blow at the Dark Mage. But the Dark Mage was not so easily defeated, and he fought back with a ferocity that surprised Rhashid.

As the battle raged on, Rhashid could see that they were gaining the upper hand. The Dark Mage's army was losing ground, and his minions were falling one by one. Rhashid saw his opportunity and went in for the kill, his sword poised to strike.

"The ancient spirit of CaraCult, please give me strength. Abba, Father, please be with me now as I retake our home." Rhashid whispers to himself as his heart starts to beat faster than ever before. His body vibrates and started to glow; and like an arrow made of light, Rhashid flew forward with all his might.

Time stood still as the Dark Mage's body was thrown many paces back, hitting a wall and damaging it in the process. He could feel and heard his bones shattered in many places. For an instance, all noises stopped and everyone looked on as Rhashid limps slowly forward to check his the evil sorcerer's body.

But the Dark Mage was not so easily defeated. His eyes suddenly opened and he realized his defeat and impending doom. He quickly bit his fingers and used his own blood to draw a mark on the ground, creating a portal through which he escaped.

Rhashid rushed forward but only to end up watching in frustration, as the Dark Mage disappeared, knowing that he had come so close to victory.

"You did it, Rhashid!" shouted Saira, looking around at the ruins of their once-great city. "We took back our home."

"Yes, but the battle is far from over," Rhashid lamented. "The Dark Mage will be back, and we need to be ready for him."

As the sounds of celebration echoed through the ruins of the Sanctum, Rhashid knew that this was just the first battle in a long war against the Dark Mage. But for now, he and his allies would revel in their hard-fought victory and honor the sacrifices of those who had fallen.