Whispers of the Ruins

Danial sat in silence, mulling over everything Marvin had just told him. The Curse King, the blacklist, the Ancient Ruins expedition—all of it weighed heavily on his mind. He couldn’t shake the feeling that there was still more to the story, more than anyone was telling him. As he replayed Marvin’s cryptic words, trying to make sense of it all, a soft knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

He looked over, and there, peeking through the slightly ajar door was Sara. Her head hovered just above the door frame, her wide grin making the moment almost comical. Danial sighed, letting out a tired breath.

"Sara, you don't have to spy like that," he said, shaking his head with amusement. "Whatever you want to say, just come in and talk."

Sara chuckled as she pushed the door open and stepped inside, her usual energy radiating from her despite the somber setting. She wore her usual outfit, with her saber hanging conspicuously at her waist. Danial raised an eyebrow, glancing at the weapon.

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