Kael’s voice rose firm. The spellbladers are here! He stood by the cave entrance, his staff glowing steadily, his one eye watching the approach in Dracolys-East’s Eternal Cave. after the four-day darkness lifted. Ten stood near the rift, the Tear of the Last Dragon pulsing in his hand, his green eyes bright with growing power. Helena gripped her hammer, her blue eyes sharp with focus, while Liora held Ten’s arm, her face soft with hope. Sari clutched a stone, her green eyes alert, and Torin raised his warhammer, his broad frame steady. Lira moved forward, her silver hair catching the light, as the Four Kingdoms’ fighters gathered, their spirits lifted by new allies. Dracolys spellbladers joined, their blades igniting with blue fire, their steps in unison as they entered the cave. Lira bonded with the last dragon, its golden scales brushing her hand, a warm link forming. The dragon’s wound bled, a dark stain spreading from its side, and Ten’s power grew, the Tear flaring with new str

Liora’s voice called out. The bearers are moving! She stood by the cave wall, her hands steady on Ten, her face tight with concern in Dracolys-East’s Eternal Cave. The morning mist thickened, the valley silent at 04:39 AM WAT on Friday, September 12, 2025, the air heavy after the rift’s widening. Ten knelt before the rift, the Tear of the Last Dragon glowing in his hand, his green eyes clouded as his marks throbbed with a sharp, pulsing pain. Helena gripped her hammer, her blue eyes fierce with resolve, her stance unyielding despite the exhaustion etched into her features. Sari held a chipped stone, her green eyes darting across the cave, searching for threats. Torin raised his warhammer, his broad frame sagging slightly under the weight of the night’s battles, his breath labored. Lira flexed her fists, her silver hair damp with sweat, strands clinging to her face. Kael leaned heavily on his staff, its once-bright light now a faint flicker, his hands trembling as he struggled to maint

The Eternal Cave thrummed with an ancient pulse, its jagged walls glistening with veins of crystal that flickered like dying stars. Ten stood at the heart of the cavern, the Tear of the Last Dragon pulsing in his hand, its azure glow casting long shadows that danced across the faces of his companions. Helena gripped her hammer, her knuckles white, her eyes scanning the mist-choked entrance. Liora stood close to Ten, her hand brushing his arm, her presence a quiet anchor. Sari’s bow was taut, arrow nocked, while Torin leaned heavily on his sword, his weathered face etched with resolve. Lira, her silver hair catching the Tear’s light, paced restlessly, her twin blades glinting. Kael, staff in hand, murmured softly, his words weaving a faint protective ward that shimmered in the air.The dragon loomed before them, its massive form curled around a crystalline pillar, scales dull and cracked like parched earth. Its eyes, once twin infernos, were now dim, clouded with pain. A jagged wound w

The air in the Eternal Cave grew thick, heavy with the scent of wet stone and the faint metallic tang of magic. The golden pool’s waters churned, a frothing tide that lapped at the group’s boots, threatening to swallow the rubble where Sari and Torin stood. Liora clutched the dragon scale, its runes pulsing erratically, casting jagged shadows across her face. The relic’s light flickered, a heartbeat out of sync, as if wrestling with her will. Ten, gripping the Tear of the Last Dragon, felt its warmth falter, a dull ache in his palm where it once burned bright. The cave’s walls groaned, the distant echo of Veyra’s laughter lingering like a poison.“Liora, do something!” Helena shouted, her hammer raised, eyes darting between the rising waters and the mist-choked cave mouth where Kenal’s shadowy figure had last appeared. Her voice was a beacon, sharp and commanding, cutting through the group’s rising panic.Liora’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening around the scale. The runes flare

The valley quaked, the Rift of Dracolys pulsing like a wound in the sky, its jagged edges crackling with light and shadow. Ten stood at its threshold, the Tear of the Last Dragon cold and lifeless in his hand, its once-vibrant glow extinguished. The mist swirled, thick with the stench of decay, as shadow-beasts howled, their eyeless forms lunging through the fog. Their claws, forged of black mist, glinted like obsidian, and their roars drowned the valley’s eerie silence. Ten’s heart pounded, his breath ragged, the weight of failure pressing against his chest.Liora stood beside him, the dragon scale in her hands blazing with golden runes, its light a lone beacon in the darkness. Her eyes, wide with determination, met his, but fear flickered beneath her resolve. “We can’t stop now,” she said, her voice steady despite the chaos. “The relic’s still alive. We can use it.”Helena fought at the valley’s edge, her hammer a whirlwind of destruction, shattering shadow-beasts with each swing. B