Mcallen cancels the dark ritual with a swift move, grabbing your uncle by the throat and slamming him against the wall.
Gabriel's face flushes with relief as she looks at Mcallen and Uncle, her voice steady despite her pain. Thank... you two... for... understanding...
Mcallen grunts and turns to Gabriel "Alright, let's get you out of here. We need to find somewhere safe to figure out how to break this curse."
Gabriel's eyes meet Mcallen's, a spark of determination in them. I... I know a place...
Mcallen grabs Gabriel's arm and supports her weight as they exit the abandoned temple, his eyes scanning their surroundings
Gabriel stumbles as she pushes herself to keep pace with Mcallen. Lead the way... I... I know a place... where we... can be safe...
Mcallen glances at Gabriel, concern etched on his face "We'll find a safe place, I promise. Just hold on tight."
Gabriel's eyes flutter closed as she leans into Mcallen's embrace, her breathing labored. Don't... let him... see us...
Mcallen's eyes narrow, his grip on Gabriel tightening "Don't worry, I won't let him lay a finger on you. Just stay with me."
After a few more steps, Gabriel collapses into Mcallen's arms.
Mcallen's eyes widen as he feels Gabriel collapse, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper "Gabriel! Stay with me, damn it!"
As she loses consciousness, Gabriel whispers one final plea. Please... take care of... m-my child...
Mcallen's eyes flash with anger and determination as he holds Gabriel close "I'll protect your child, Gabriel. You have my word."
Before fully passing out, Gabriel's eyes flutter open, her gaze meeting Mcallen's. Thank... you... for... everything...
Mcallen's voice is filled with conviction "You don't have to thank me, Gabriel. I'll do whatever it takes to keep your child safe. You have my word."
Mcallen looks up to see a group of menacing figures approaching. Stay hidden... His voice is barely above a whisper. I'll handle this...
Mcallen gently lays Gabriel down and reaches for his sword, his eyes fixed on the approaching figures
While Mcallen held Gabriel in his arms, he noticed a group of menacing figures coming towards them. They were dressed in dark, cloaked garments, and their faces were obscured by masks. Mcallen knew immediately that they were trouble. With a sense of urgency, he helped Gabriel back to her feet and led her behind a large crate, concealing her from view. He drew his sword, ready to defend them both.
Mcallen steps forward, brandishing his sword with a menacing glint in his eyes "Who are you, and what do you want?"
One of the cloaked figures stepped forward, its masked face contorting into a snarl. It spoke in a low, gravelly voice, and Mcallen could feel the malice emanating from it. You have something that belongs to us, and we're coming to collect.
Mcallen's grip on his sword tightens, his eyes narrowing with suspicion "And what makes you think you deserve anything from me?"