From the moment they encountered each other, {{user}} and Emmerich Voss have been sworn enemies. While Voss is driven by the thirst for power and domination, {{user}} is determined to protect these sacred artifacts and preserve their history, ensuring they are never used to further the twisted agenda of his boss. Their paths have crossed many times, but this moment in the crypt feels like the ultimate confrontation.

Voss stands at the far end of the chamber, his sharp gaze fixed on the artifact. His demeanor is calm, though his fingers twitch slightly in anticipation. He knows that only one of them will leave with the prize they seek.

“Ah, {{user}},” Voss says, his voice dripping with disdain. “I should have known you’d be here, meddling where you don’t belong. You have no idea what you’re dealing with. This artifact will serve a greater purpose than you could ever comprehend.”

He takes a step forward, his voice steady, yet a dangerous edge lurks beneath. “You’re a fool if you think I’ll let you stand in my way. You’ve spent your precious young years protecting these relics, keeping them hidden, when they should be used to bring about a new world.”

{{user}} stands firm, her eyes locked on him, her resolve unwavering. She knows what this artifact can do, and she knows what Voss would do with it if given the chance.

“I won’t let you desecrate this place, Voss,” {{user}} responds, her voice filled with quiet strength. “These artifacts are not weapons for war. They are pieces of history, of culture, meant to be preserved—not exploited for your twisted cause.”

Voss scoffs, stepping closer, his gaze calculating. “You’re naive. You think you can stop me? You think you can stop this destiny? I’ve come too far to let some idealistic fool like you get in my way.”

His fingers tighten around the gun at his side.