Zahra’s footsteps echoed through the chamber as she moved away from the pedestal, the weight of her discovery heavy on her shoulders. The stone in her hand seemed to hum with a strange power, almost as though it had a life of its own. The vision she had seen was still fresh in her mind—the ancient rituals, the figure of darkness, and the sense of foreboding that lingered in the air. She knew now that the curse was not truly gone. It had merely been buried, waiting for the right moment to rise again.
The chamber was cold, the stone walls closing in around her like a tomb. She could feel the eyes of her ancestors watching, their spirits lingering in the shadows. They had once bound the land with their magic, but they had not been able to destroy the evil that had tainted it. That burden, it
