Chapter Fifty-One

Savage

As we navigate through winding corridors and shadowed chambers, each step forward feels like a descent into the unknown. The fortress seems to shift and change around us, its very walls alive with malevolent intent. Yet, we press on, our senses sharpened and our resolve unwavering.

At last, we reach the heart of the fortress, a chamber bathed in an eerie glow that seems to emanate from a pedestal at its center. Resting upon the pedestal is a crystalline orb, pulsing with a dark energy that sends shivers down our spines.

Adrian notches an arrow, his bow at the ready as he scans our surroundings for any sign of danger.

Levi takes a step forward, his sword gleaming in the dim light of the chamber. “This must be one of the trials,” he states, his voice steady despite the tension in the air. “We must proceed with caution.”

Blake's hands crackle with arcane power as he surveys the room, his eyes darting from shadow to shadow. “There is a powerful magic at work here,” he murmurs, his