Ethan's voice resonated through the chamber, but silence answered him. Ice surged through his veins as he vacillated through the debris and jetsam, looking frantically for any sign of Clara. The air was thick and clean, making it troublesome to see, but he pushed forward, his heart beating in his chest.“Clara!” he called once more, his voice rough. He checked the rubble, trusting and asking that she was just covered up underneath the flotsam and jetsam. But as he filtered through the broken stones and smashed pieces of the temple, fear settled in his stomach. There was no sign of her. Not even the sword she had wielded with such power.“Damn it!” Ethan reviled, hammering his clench hand against the closest divider. How could this have happened? One minute they were battling the Ascendant, and another, Clara was gone, vanished without a clue. He had seen the light devour her, but he refused to accept that she was gone.Ethan's hands trembled as he pushed through the rubble, refusing
The cavern trembled as the enormous stone entryway proceeded to squeak open, revealing the whirling vortex of darkness beyond. Ethan and Selene felt an undetectable force pulling them, leading them towards the void. The noxious voice that had talked minutes before still reverberated in their minds, filling them with a profound, primal fear.Ethan gritted his teeth, fighting against the pull. “We have to get out of here now!”But Selene's look was settled on the vortex, her eyes wide with a blend of dread and interest. “Ethan, wait… That voice, it said we could find Clara if we face the darkness.”Ethan turned to her, his expression one of disbelief. “You can’t be serious! That thing wants to kill us, there’s no guarantee it’s telling the truth!”Selene shook her head, a determined glint in her eyes. “But what if it is? We came all this way to find Clara. We can’t turn back now.”Ethan hesitated, torn between his instinct to protect Selene and his desperation to find Clara. He knew she
The Keeper's words hung within the cold, harsh air of the chamber. Ethan and Selene traded a look, their resolve solidifying as the magnitude of their task got to be clear. To save Clara, they would have to reforge the sword, the same weapon that had brought them to this accursed place. The Keeper's figure, covered in darkness, lingered over them, its pale eyes filled with a blend of despair and hope. “Where do we find these fragments?” Ethan asked, his voice tense with urgency. Every second spent here felt like a step closer to disaster.The Keeper signaled to the dividers of the chamber, where the antiquated carvings appeared to beat with life. “The parts are scattered over this realm, covered up in places where the darkness is most grounded. Each fragment is guarded by a powerful force, a remnant of the ancient war that nearly consumed all.”Selene’s brow furrowed as she studied the carvings. They depicted battles between figures of light and shadow, locked in an eternal struggle.
The Frozen Wastes extended out before Ethan and Selene, an perpetual land of ice and snow that appeared to swallow all light and warmth. The gnawing wind yelled through the fruitless scene, carrying with it a cold so strongly that it felt like it could solidify the soul itself. Each step they took crunched against the frozen ground, resounding through the endless vacancy.Ethan pulled his cloak more tightly around him, the cold leaking through the thickest layers of his clothing. Close to him, Selene shuddered in spite of her claim endeavors to keep warm. The bone chilling air was persistent, and as they wandered into the Wastes, the more it felt just like the cold was alive, squeezing in on them from all sides.“This place… it's just like the world has been drained of all life,” Selene murmured, her breath unmistakable within the frosty air.Ethan gestured, his eyes checking the skyline for any sign of the ancient fortress the Guardian had specified. “We need to find that fortress so
Ethan and Selene stood at the threshold of the gigantic chamber, the dividers around them carved with complex carvings that delineated an antiquated ritual. The faint gleam of the runes on the central altar cast ghostly shadows over the room, enlightening the faces of the mages carved into the stone, each one frozen in a moment of strong concentration, as though they were still channeling the powers that once held this fortress together.The air was thick with harsh energy, the remnants of the antiquated enchantment that had been summoned here ages back. The cold that had been their steady companion since entering the Frozen Wastes was now nearly intolerable, but Ethan knew they were near. The storm outside of the fortress had escalated, the crying winds battering the dividers as though the Guardian was attempting to break through and stop them.“This is the heart of the fortress,” Ethan said, his voice resounding off the stone dividers. “The source of the enchantment that binds the s
Ethan and Selene stood frozen, gazing at the threshold section covered up by the rubble. The fortress kept on collapsing around them, the ground trembling underneath their feet as stone and ice disintegrated from over. Time was running out, and the cold was tenacious, clawing at their skin like a living thing.“We got to go,” Ethan encouraged, his voice tight with direness. He knew the dangers, but they had no other choice. The main door was blocked, and the passage was their only chance of escape.Selene nodded, determination flashing in her eyes. “Right behind you.”Ethan crushed through the contract opening, the unpleasant stone scratching against his shoulders. The section was tight, scarcely wide enough for him to move, and the obscurity was choking. He listened closely as the fortress kept collapsing behind them, the sound of stone pounding against stone as the antiquated structure at long last gave way.Selene followed closely behind, her breath coming in brief, sharp bursts. “
The stillness within the chamber was ghostly, as though the air had been depleted of life. Ethan and Selene remained on the cold stone floor, breathing intensely, their bodies and minds battered by the fight they had just engaged in. The crystal's once dynamic shine had diminished, casting long shadows over the chamber.Ethan pushed himself to his feet, each muscle in his body challenging. The adrenaline that had fueled him amid the battle was quickly blurring, taking off behind a profound depletion that debilitated to drag him beneath. He stretched his hand to Selene, to get her on her feet.“Are you okay?” he inquired, concern embedded in his voice.Selene gestured, in spite of the fact that her eyes were far off, still preparing what they had just experienced. “I think so. But… that was too close.”Ethan couldn’t argue with that. The power of the crystal had been their salvation, but it had also nearly destroyed them. He could still feel the remnants of its energy coursing through
The fortress shivered as Ethan and Selene came to the expanding entrance, their hearts beating with a blend of fear and bravery. The sky outside was a whirling mass of obscurity, punctuated by flashes of ghostly, unnatural light. The storm that had lingered on the skyline for so long now appeared to be merging on a single point, the epicenter of which was straightforwardly over them."We need to find Clara," Ethan said, his voice firm in spite of the uneasiness chewing at his intestine. He knew that time was slipping through their fingers like sand, and anything Clara was preparing, they had to stop her before it became late. Selene nodded, her expression set with steely resolve. "Whatever she's doing, it's influencing the storm. If by any chance she succeeds, there's no telling what will happen."They ventured out into the storm, the wind whipping at their dress and pulling at their hair. The land around the fortress was unrecognizable, the once-lush forest now a bent, fruitless no