The council, having emerged from the Dance of Shadows, stood at the threshold of the Crimson Citadel. Lady Elara, her scholarly mind racing with the imprints of prophecies and the revelations of the ethereal dance, led the way into the ancient fortress.
As they delved deeper into the citadel's chambers, a sense of foreboding filled the air. The grand tapestries, now a mosaic of the council's journey, seemed to flicker with an unseen energy. Lady Seraphina, her senses attuned to the Guardian of Air's essence, perceived a subtle shift in the elemental currents.
In a chamber adorned with ancient runes, the council encountered a hooded figure—a sorcerer whose presence resonated with a dark power. The sorcerer, eyes gleaming with malevolence, spoke with a voice that echoed through the stone w
