KING VIDAR
The soft crunch of moss under our boots echoed in the clearing as Allan and I approached the ancient stone altar. Its surface, weathered by time, bore intricate carvings that seemed to tell tales of forgotten ceremonies and mystic rites.
The air hummed with an unspoken energy, intensifying as we drew closer.
At the center of the altar lay a patch of charred wood, evidence of past incantations or offerings. My fingers grazed the cool surface of the stone, feeling the vibrations that seemed to resonate from the carvings.
The altar was adorned with clusters of colored crystals that refracted the sunlight into a dazzling display of hues.
Allan's eyes widened as he observed the artifacts, his keen senses attuned to the mystical aura surrounding us. "This place is anc
