The Artifact of Fate
Rowan and Caleb stood at the edge of the dense forest, the trees towering above them like silent sentinels. The moonlight filtered through the canopy, casting eerie shadows across the ground. The journey to find answers about the curse had taken them deep into the wilderness, farther than they had ever ventured before. The air was thick with anticipation, and the weight of the unknown pressed down on them both.
“It’s here,” Caleb whispered, his voice tense. He could feel it in his bones, a strange pull deep within him. The bond between him and Rowan was growing stronger with every passing day, and the sense of fate was undeniable. They had come far in their search for answers, but the artifact they sought, the one that was tied to the curse, had eluded them until now
