In the early morning hours, as the world slept, William's bracelet blinked with urgency, a silent call to arms. With swift determination, he rallied his comrades.
"Today marks our maiden battle. Recall your training, stand firm, and act swiftly. Let intuition guide your actions, comprehend your adversaries, for the time is nigh to confront our foes," William urged, his voice a clarion call to action as they teleported to the scene of the crime.
"Who dares to pilfer from the revered Golden Door?" William's tone dripped with righteous anger.
His astonishment was palpable as he beheld the president among the perpetrators.
"What business have you with the Golden Door?" inquired Lillian, her gaze piercing.
They stood, clad in resplendent superhero attire, each hue representing their ring's power.
"How dare you question your president?" the president retorted, arrogance lacing his words.
"We are the custodians of the Golden Door, Mr. President. We bid you depart," William asserted firmly.
"Flee? Do you think I cower before you?" scoffed the president.
"Mr. President, your lack of civility warrants reciprocation," William countered.
"I am a wielder of dark magic. Do you truly believe you can best me?" challenged the president, summoning a menacing serpent.
"I'll forgo niceties, then," William declared. "Summon your rings, comrades."
As the confrontation escalated, a tempest brewed between the two factions.
"Yield, child. You are outmatched," the president taunted, hubris dripping from every syllable.
"Mr. President, hubris begets downfall," William cautioned.
With a flourish, powers clashed, akin to the struggle with Alex; the serpent, defying its master, yielded to William's authority.
"Why do you betray me, old friend?" the president seethed, his authority crumbling.
"Forgive me, master, but he is my true sovereign, the heir to the Golden Door," confessed the serpentine guardian.
"Surrender, President, or face the consequences. And you, once-evil serpent, now bound to nature's will," William decreed.
As the serpent pledged allegiance, the president's fury intensified, but his power waned against the might of righteousness.
"What sorcery is this?" the president cried out as golden light enveloped him, stripping him of his malevolence.
"I beg mercy, I shall amend my ways," pleaded the president, humbled by his defeat.
"You are divested of your powers," William pronounced, the weight of judgment heavy in his words.
"Gratitude, guardians of the Golden Door. I owe you a debt of gratitude. Name your boon, and it shall be granted, with one caveat," the president offered.
"Speak your terms," William replied.
"I implore you, conceal this day's events. My reputation teeters on the brink," the president pleaded.
"Your selfishness astounds, but your sincerity warrants consideration. We shall honor your request," William conceded, though Lillian's ire simmered beneath the surface.
As the president prepared to depart, William halted him with a raised hand.
"Wait," he interjected, meeting the president's gaze squarely.
"Yes?" the president inquired.
"We pledge silence regarding today's events," William assured him, extending an olive branch of goodwill.
"Brother, you remember me after all," a sardonic voice interrupted, revealing the president's own sibling, a fellow wielder of dark magic.
"It's my brother. I stand no chance against him," the president lamented, his resolve faltering.
With a mocking laugh, the brother demanded their rings, oblivious to the futility of his ambitions.
In the end, victory was swift, and the brother met the same fate as the president, stripped of his malevolence.
As they returned to their sanctum, William breathed a sigh of relief. The day had ended according to plan, but the shadows of future trials loomed ominously on the horizon.
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