Lin Feng's heart was racing as he tried to shake off the feeling of unease that had settled over him. He knew that he couldn't let Helga's presence go unchecked, not when Freya's safety was at stake.
He quickly dressed and made his way to the meeting with his advisors, his mind focused on the threat that Helga posed. As he walked, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched, that Helga's presence was still lurking in the shadows.
The meeting with his advisors was tense and urgent, with everyone aware of the danger that Helga posed. Lin Feng listened intently as they discussed the various strategies they could use to counter the dark cult's threat.
But despite their best efforts, Lin Feng couldn't shake the feeling that they were missing something. That there was a larger plan at play, one that they couldn't see.
As the meeting drew to a close, Lin Feng made a decision. He would personally lead a team of his most trusted guards to investigate Helga's hideout, to gather more information about the dark cult's plans.
The team set out under the cover of night, moving stealthily through the shadows as they made their way to the hideout. Lin Feng's senses were on high alert, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of danger.
As they approached the hideout, Lin Feng could feel the air growing thick with malevolent energy. He knew that they were getting close.
The team burst into the hideout, swords drawn and ready for battle. But to their surprise, they found the hideout empty, with no sign of Helga or her followers.
Lin Feng's eyes narrowed as he surveyed the empty room. This didn't feel right. It felt like a trap, like they were being led into a trap.
And then, he saw it. A small piece of parchment on the floor, with a message scrawled on it in blood. "You'll never stop me," it read. "I'll destroy everything you hold dear."
Lin Feng's heart sank as he realized the true extent of Helga's plan. She wasn't just targeting him, she was targeting Freya, and everyone he cared about.
He knew that he had to act fast, to protect Freya and his people from the danger that loomed over them. But as he turned to leave, he felt a cold hand on his shoulder.
"You're too late," a voice whispered in his ear. "Freya is already mine."
Lin Feng's world went dark as he spun around, his sword flashing in the dim light. But it was too late. Freya was gone, taken by Helga's followers in the dead of night. And Lin Feng was left with nothing but the echoes of his own failure.