Days blurred into nights as Amelia and Richard journeyed deeper into the Shadowlands.
The oppressive darkness pressed down on them, their only solace the flickering light of the amulet Richard clutched tightly in his hand. Provisions dwindled, their bodies ached from constant movement, and exhaustion gnawed at their minds.
"How much further?" Richard rasped, his voice hoarse from disuse.
Amelia scanned the desolate landscape, a vast expanse of twisted rock formations and skeletal trees shrouded in perpetual twilight. "I don't know," she admitted, frustration coloring her voice. "The Oracle's words were cryptic, to say the least."
A cold wind howled through the canyons, carrying with it the chilling whispers of unseen creatures. Every rustle, every groan in the darkness sent shivers dow
