The council descended from the summit of the Forgotten Peaks, their minds burdened with the cryptic words of the Oracle of Eternity. Lady Elara, her fingers tracing the grand tapestries, sought to unravel the intricacies of the Oracle's prophecies. The shadows, once distant, seemed to linger closer, casting an unseen pall over the council's journey.
As they reached the base of the peaks, the Veil of Shadows pulsated with an eerie glow. Lady Seraphina, her senses heightened by the Guardian of Air's essence, perceived a subtle disturbance in the elemental energies. King Jason, his grip firm on the sword imbued with the Guardian of Fire's blessing, scanned the horizon with a wary gaze.
Their path led them to the Crimson Citadel—an ancient fortress hidden within the depths of the Bloodfire D
