As Blackstone spoke, Jameson's eyes locked onto his. "What is it, Blackstone?" he asked, his voice low and urgent.
But Blackstone's response was not what Jameson expected. "Zha'thik's plan..." he whispered, his voice barely audible. "It's not just about summoning an ancient evil...it's about unleashing a catastrophe on the world."
Jameson's eyes widened in horror. "What kind of catastrophe?" he demanded.
But Blackstone's eyes had already closed, his body slipping back into unconsciousness.
Jameson's mind was racing. What kind of catastrophe could Zha'thik unleash? And how could they stop it?
As he looked around at his friends, he knew they had to act fast. They had to find a way to stop Zha'thik's plan before it was too late.
But as they turned to leave, they were confronted by a figure they had not expected to see:
Mrs. Jenkins, her eyes blazing with an otherworldly energy.
"You fools," she hissed. "You think you can stop Zha'thik's plan? You're just pawns in a much larger game."
As Mrs. Jenkins spoke, Jameson's mind was racing. What did she mean by "a much larger game"? And what was Zha'thik's plan, exactly?
"Tell us," Jameson demanded, his eyes locked onto Mrs. Jenkins. "What is Zha'thik's plan?"
Mrs. Jenkins' smile grew wider. "Zha'thik's plan is to unleash a portal to the underworld," she said. "A portal that will allow ancient evils to flood into our world."
Sophia's eyes widened in horror. "And what's the purpose of this portal?" she asked.
Mrs. Jenkins' eyes gleamed with an otherworldly energy. "The purpose is to bring about a new era of darkness," she said. "An era in which Zha'thik will reign supreme."
Jameson's heart sank. They had to stop Zha'thik's plan, no matter what it took.
But as they turned to leave, Jameson realized that they were surrounded by the twisted creatures from the warehouse.
They were trapped.