The f*******n Citadel loomed before the council of elders like a malevolent sentinel guarding the secrets of the ancient sorcerer's legacy. Lady Elara, her eyes narrowed in concentration, consulted the ancient texts, seeking guidance through the labyrinthine passages that led to the heart of darkness.
The grand tapestries, now pulsating with the elemental energies from their encounter in the Veiled Canyon, fluttered with an anticipatory energy. The people of Credia, inspired by the council's resilience, watched as the council approached the towering gates of the f*******n Citadel.
King Jason, his grip firm on the sword infused with the Guardian of Fire's essence, faced the foreboding gates. "The shadows within are potent, but so is our unity. Let us tread carefully and confront the malev
