The sky over Aethervale-South had been swallowed by a four-day darkness, a shroud so thick it choked the sun’s light and left the village of Eldwood trembling. The air hung heavy with the scent of ash and fear, carried on winds that howled like the dying breaths of the earth itself. For four days, the people had huddled in their homes, their archery skills useless against an enemy they couldn’t see until it was too late. The VOID had returned.It loomed on the horizon, a colossal shape that defied the night—a gorilla-like monstrosity with limbs thicker than ancient oaks, its fur a void-black that seemed to drink the light around it. Its roars shook the ground, each sound a jagged wound in the air, spawning rifts that tore open like festering sores. From these rifts spilled the Vocans, lightning-fast creatures with the same gorilla-like build but smaller, their claws glinting like steel as they darted through the shadows. They moved too quickly for the eye to track, a blur of death tha

The ridge fell silent as the last dragon’s golden form lay still on the Dracolys-East plains, its breath a faint mist against the four-day darkness. The Tear’s shimmer vanished into the earth, leaving a scorch mark that pulsed with faint energy. Liora clutched Ten, his lightning eyes flaring in rhythm with the mark, while Sari stood guard, her bow drawn. Mara’s spellblade light wavered, casting long shadows across the archers who stared at the fallen dragon. Kael gripped his staff, his one eye fixed on the horizon where Veyra’s rift had closed. The air thickened with the scent of burnt grass and dread.Torin stepped forward, his warhammer resting on his shoulder, shield gleaming with Ironcrag’s crest. “We can’t stay,” he said, voice firm. “The VOID’s rifts multiply. We move Ten to the Eternal Cave or lose him.”Lira nodded, her spellblade unsheathed, its runes glowing. “The dragon’s Tear fell here. The cave lies near—between Aethervale-South and Dracolys-East. We follow its path.”Lio

The Forbidden Garden’s gates crashed shut, locking Ten inside as the dragon’s fifth Tear struck the valley floor. Outside, Liora beat her fists against the black stone, skin tearing, while Sari pulled her bowstring tight, eyes scanning the rifts. Torin swung his warhammer, smashing a Vocan that lunged from the dark, and Lira’s spellblade sliced through another. Kael stood firm, staff glowing, as the dragon’s scales flaked away, its body fading. Veyra’s laugh cut through the air, her red eyes shining from a rift’s edge. The fight raged, but Ten’s life balanced on the garden’s edge.Inside, Ten tripped over roots, his small feet sinking into the soft soil. Twisted trees stretched high, their branches like twisted hands, and glowing pools dotted the ground like eyes. His lightning eyes pierced the gloom, and his tortoise-shell marks beat with every step. Helena’s voice rang out, faint but sharp. “Ten, over here!” He turned, seeing her tied to a gnarled tree, her blue eyes wide, a cut ble

Lira’s voice broke the stillness. We need to push harder! She stood at the cave’s entrance, her silver hair whipping in the wind, her fists clenched as the Eternal Cave trembled in Dracolys-East. The air crackled with energy, the four-day darkness fading into early dawn. Ten stood near the rift, the Tear of the Last Dragon glowing in his hand, his green eyes reflecting a strange light. Helena held her hammer, her blue eyes fierce with strategy, while Liora clung to Ten, her face soft with faith. Sari twirled a jagged stone, her green eyes alert, and Torin raised his warhammer, his broad frame solid. Kael traced runes on the cave wall, his staff humming, as the Four Kingdoms’ fighters gathered, their spirits lifting.The shadow merged with the land guardian, its silver form blending with the guardian’s golden light, creating a swirling mix. Ten’s eyes shone green, a deep power waking within him. The guardian’s voice rumbled. The land’s soul seeks your heart. The Tear spread its light,

Kael’s voice cut through the silence. The shadow moves again! He stood by the cave wall, his staff trembling, his one eye scanning the glowing rift in Dracolys-East’s Eternal Cave. The dawn sky darkened, the valley’s air heavy with a cold breeze, the four-day darkness lifting into a tense morning. Ten knelt before the rift, the Tear of the Last Dragon pulsing in his hand, his green eyes narrowed with focus. Helena gripped her hammer, her blue eyes steady with a forming plan, while Liora held Ten’s side, her face tight with concern. Sari clutched a stone, her green eyes darting, and Torin raised his warhammer, his broad frame tense. Lira flexed her fists, her silver hair damp, as the Four Kingdoms’ fighters gathered, their spirits wary.The silver shadow grew from the rift, its form stretching like a web, its red eyes glowing faintly. Veyra’s voice echoed, promising strength. Your power will serve me. The land guardian rose, its golden light steady, facing the shadow’s advance. Ten fel