“What now?” Cole muttered, his silver arrows already nocked and ready.The ground beneath their feet trembled slightly, and in the distance, the outline of a figure began to emerge from the shadows of the fortress. At first, it was unclear whether it was human or something else entirely, but as it drew closer, the group tensed.“It’s… not attacking,” Aila said cautiously, raising her glowing staff.The figure stepped into the light, revealing a tall, hooded man draped in tattered robes. His face was obscured by shadows, but his presence radiated an aura of ancient power. In one hand, he carried a staff similar to Caelum’s, though it pulsed with a faint, otherworldly energy.“Who are you?” Jace demanded, stepping forward with his sword drawn.The man raised a hand in a gesture of peace. “I mean you no harm,” he said, his voice deep and resonant. “I have come because I felt the darkness here had being extinguished. You are the ones responsible, are you not?”Jace hesitated, his grip tig

The air around the grove felt heavier as the group ventured further away, the weight of their visions lingering in their hearts. The grove had unearthed truths that were difficult to face, but there was no time to dwell on them. Valloria was free, but the looming threat of the heart of darkness hung over their heads like a stormcloud.Cole walked in silence, his silver arrows gleaming faintly in the fading sunlight. Lysara stayed close to him, her expression unreadable. She had seen the pain in his eyes as he faced his memories, and guilt gnawed at her. She knew she had caused much of his suffering, even if the darkness had driven her actions. Yet, now, there was a small glimmer of hope, a fragile bond she hoped to nurture.Erynn and Riven walked side by side, their steps synchronized as if drawn together by an invisible thread. Erynn occasionally glanced at Riven, catching the way his silver sword reflected the fading light. Riven, ever vigilant, seemed to sense her gaze but said not

The climb to the Ruined Citadel grew steeper and more treacherous as the group pressed forward. The jagged cliffs jutted out like broken teeth, and a cold, bitter wind howled through the narrow passes. Each step required careful navigation, and the oppressive feeling of something watching from the shadows weighed heavily on everyone.Jace took the lead, his sword drawn and his senses sharp. He glanced back occasionally, ensuring the rest of the group stayed close. Aila was just behind him, her glowing staff providing a steady, golden light that cut through the dense mist. Cole and Lysara followed, their weapons ready, while Riven and Erynn brought up the rear, each scanning their surroundings for potential threats.The citadel itself loomed larger now, its spires and broken battlements visible against the pale morning sky. It was a haunting structure, its ancient stones covered in dark vines that pulsed faintly, as though alive. The air grew heavier as they approached, thick with the

The campfire crackled softly, casting warm, flickering light across the clearing as the group gathered for what felt like their first night of peace in ages. The oppressive weight of the corruption had lifted, leaving behind an unfamiliar stillness. It was a rare moment to breathe, to reflect, and for some, to confront lingering ghosts of the past.Cole sat apart from the group, perched on a fallen log at the edge of the clearing. His silver arrows were laid out beside him, their sharp tips gleaming in the firelight. He ran a cloth over their shafts absentmindedly, his gaze fixed on the flames. The image of Lysara’s tear-streaked face flashed in his mind, her desperate plea echoing in his ears: “Cole means everything to me.”He hadn’t said anything in response at the time. He hadn’t known what to say. Even now, hours later, the knot in his chest remained. Lysara had always been his weakness, his undoing. Even when they were children, her laughter had been his greatest joy, her tears h

The quiet around the campfire was a fragile thing, broken only by the soft crackling of flames and the occasional rustle of leaves in the night breeze. The group was visibly weary, each of them lost in their thoughts after the battle with the monstrous entity and its shadowy minions. Yet, as much as their bodies longed for rest, their minds were plagued by unease.Jace sat near Aila, sharpening his blade with slow, deliberate strokes. The golden glow from Aila’s staff softened his sharp features, but his eyes were distant, reflecting the weight of leadership he bore. Aila’s gaze flicked to him occasionally, sensing his inner turmoil. She didn’t need to ask what was on his mind, she knew he was replaying the battle, analyzing every decision, every move, and every loss they had narrowly avoided.“I can hear you thinking,” Aila said softly, her voice breaking the silence between them.Jace paused, glancing at her with a faint smile. “Sorry. Guess I’m not great at hiding it.”“You don’t h