A sense of determination washes over you as you vow to protect the young woman at all costs, readying yourself for a confrontation with the looming figure that threatens both of your lives. As you steel yourself for the impending battle, a low growl rumbles from the shadows, causing the runes to flicker erratically. The malevolent presence advances towards you with unnatural speed, its twisted form contorting in malice. The young woman's grip tightens on your arm, her eyes pleading for reassurance amidst the encroaching darkness.