Video - Race Against Shadows: Trevor's Relic Escape!

Trevor's heart pounded as he skidded around the corner, the ancient relic warm and pulsating in his hand. Phantoms closed in, their whispers chilling his spine. "Not today," he muttered, pushing himself faster. Behind him, Eliza's voice rang out, desperate and determined. "Trevor! This way!" She stood at the end of the alley, a shimmer of protective talismans spiraling around her. The relic hunters' fiercest spells couldn't break through her barrier. He sprinted toward her, but the phantoms were gaining. Eliza’s eyes glowed as she began chanting. Her voice reverberated with power: "Accipere Spiritum defen-" A dark figure emerged, knocking her to the ground. Trevor clenched the relic. "Back off!" he snarled, drawing a dagger from his boot. The figure—Marcus, the rogue scholar—smiled coldly, raising his hand to summon more shadows. With a swift motion, Trevor sliced the air, emitting a blinding light. Marcus stumbled, unprepared. Eliza regained her footing, seizing the moment to complete the incantation. "Defendere!" A shield enveloped them. As the phantoms dissipated, they both exhaled in relief. Eliza clutched Trevor's arm, smiling weakly. "We made it." Trevor gazed at the relic, its glow now gentle and reassuring. "This is just the beginning," he whispered, eyes shining with unspoken vows.