Master Elara

Kael's weary feet seemed to carry him forward on sheer willpower alone, his body protesting every step of the long journey through the mountains. The rocky terrain had tested his endurance in a way that his life on the farm never had, but as they neared their destination, a sense of anticipation spurred him onward.

Upon reaching the castle's imposing entrance, Tiberius stepped onto an ancient sigil etched into the stony path. With practiced precision, he channeled the power of the wind through a series of pipes embedded in the ground, their metallic forms snaking across the landscape like veins of a forgotten era. As the spell took hold, the castle's massive gates began to groan and creak, their timeworn hinges reluctantly surrendering to the force of Tiberius's magic.

With the gates finally open, Kael and Tiberius crossed the threshold into the castle grounds, their hearts pounding as the gates clunked shut behind them. For Kael, the reality of the situation was both exhilarating and