The narrow corridor stretched out before them, shrouded in darkness that seemed to swallow the feeble light. Each step echoed with a sense of foreboding, as if the very walls whispered secrets of ancient horrors.

Boreas led the way, his keen eyes scanning for any sign of hidden compartments or concealed doors. His fingers brushed against the cold stone, tracing patterns only he could discern. "Keep your senses sharp," he advised, his voice a low murmur. "We're treading on treacherous ground."

Mori followed closely, her bow at the ready. Her senses extended, attuned to the slightest shift in the air. She glanced at Neres, a silent acknowledgment of their unspoken understanding.

Neres brought up the rear, his bowstring taut, poised for any threat that might emerge from the encroaching shadows. His eyes flicked between the shifting patterns on the walls, searching for any anomaly that might betray the phylactery's hiding place.

The corridor seemed to wind endlessly, a labyrinth of twists and turns that seemed designed to confound intruders. Yet, the companions pressed on, unwavering in their determination. They knew that their mission held consequences far beyond the confines of the corrupted manor.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they stepped into a chamber that seemed to exist beyond the boundaries of time. The air was heavy with a palpable sense of ancient power, a resonance that pulsed through the very walls.

At the center of the chamber stood a pedestal, upon which rested a vessel that emanated an ethereal glow. It was the phylactery, a seemingly innocuous object that held the key to Salvos's immortality.

Midas approached cautiously, his senses on high alert. He could feel the weight of responsibility settling upon him, the knowledge that the fate of their world rested in their hands.

Boreas's voice was a low rumble. "This is it. Destroying the phylactery will sever Salvos's connection to this realm."

Mori's arrow was notched, her aim steady. "Once it's done, there's no turning back."

Neres's gaze was unyielding. "Let's end this, once and for all."

With a collective breath, they prepared to enact the final act in their battle against Salvos. The chamber seemed to hold its breath, shadows dancing on the periphery of their vision.

Midas's hand closed around the phylactery, a surge of energy coursing through him. He could feel the raw power contained within, the essence of Salvos's soul trapped within this fragile vessel.

With a decisive motion, he brought down his hand, shattering the phylactery into a thousand shards. The chamber trembled, echoes of the impact reverberating through the stone.

A sense of finality washed over them, a realization that their mission had been accomplished. Salvos's reign of darkness had come to an end.

As they turned to leave the chamber, a subtle shift in the air caught Midas's attention. He turned, his senses honed for any sign of danger.

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And there, in the shadows, stood a figure. It was Salvos, his form twisted and contorted, a grotesque parody of the entity they had faced before.

"You may have destroyed my vessel," Salvos's voice echoed with a sinister edge, "but you underestimate the depths of my power."

With a surge of darkness, Salvos lunged forward, his form a blur of malevolence. The companions barely had time to react, their movements fueled by instinct and training.

The chamber became a battleground, shadows and light clashing in a dance of cosmic forces. Spells crackled through the air, arrows flew true, and blades met darkness.

Midas felt the weight of their struggle, the realization that their victory was not yet assured. Salvos was a force of nature, his power transcending the confines of his shattered phylactery.

Suddenly, Mori was there, blazing brightly. She seemed to have reached some sort of a breakthrough, as her arrows seemed to carry a heavy weight. She let loose an arrow, that seemed to warp the very air around them. The arrow struck true.

Salvos let out a guttural scream, his visage contorting in agony. The room seemed to quake, shadows recoiling from the onslaught.

For the first time, Salvos showed vulnerability. His once-imposing form wavered, his grip on reality slipping. The companions seized the opportunity, pressing their assault with renewed determination.

Each strike resonated with the culmination of their trials, a testament to their unwavering resolve. The chamber reverberated with their efforts, shadows retreating in the face of their onslaught.

And then, it happened. With a final, resounding burst of energy, Salvos's form shattered. The room quaked, echoes of the battle reverberating through the chamber.

They stood amidst the aftermath, chests heaving, bodies battered but triumphant. Salvos was no more.

Midas looked at his companions, a mixture of exhaustion and exhilaration in their eyes. "What was that Mori?" He exclaimed.

Mori's gaze met his, a mixture of exhaustion and pride in her eyes. "It was like a floodgate opened within me, Midas. I tapped into something primal, something ancient. I... I can't quite put it into words."

Boreas stepped forward, his expression a mixture of respect and amazement. "Mori, you've transcended your previous limitations. You forced an evolution in the midst of battle. I've never seen anything like it. Check your class."

"Primordial Hunter..?" Mori mumbled in awe.

Neres, added with a grin, "Well, I suppose we'll need to update the banners. Primordial Hunter has a nice ring to it, don't you think?"

Mori couldn't help but chuckle, the levity a welcome reprieve from the intensity of the battle. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves. We still have to leave this god forsaken forest"

Midas nodded, his eyes scanning the chamber. Their victory against Salvos was a monumental achievement, but the echoes of their triumph were tempered by the knowledge that their journey was far from over.

"We should leave this place," Midas suggested, his voice carrying a note of urgency. "Who knows what other remnants of darkness may linger here."

Boreas's eyes gleamed with determination. "And we need to ensure that Salvos can never return. Let's make sure every trace of his influence is eradicated."

With renewed purpose, they began to scour the chamber, their eyes sharp for any sign of lingering corruption. Each piece of shattered stone and warped tapestry was inspected, a thorough sweep to ensure that no vestige of Salvos's malevolence remained.

As they worked, the air seemed to grow lighter, as if the very essence of the chamber responded to their efforts. It was a silent acknowledgment, a recognition of the victory they had achieved.

Finally, as the last remnants of darkness were cleansed, they stood at the threshold of the chamber, the weight of their mission settling upon them.

Mori turned to her companions, her gaze steady. "This is it. Our journey isn't over, but we've taken a monumental step forward."

Boreas nodded, his eyes alight with a fierce determination. "We've proven that even the darkest of forces can be overcome. Let's carry this victory forward."

Neres grinned, a spark of mischief dancing in his eyes. "Who would've thought we'd be rewriting the legends? The Primordial Hunter and her stalwart companions."

Midas's smile was genuine, a sense of camaraderie binding them. "Our story is still being written. Let's face whatever comes next, as one."