As the city's celebration continued, Eryndor's group stood together, their bond strengthened by their victory. Eryndor noticed a wise old man approaching them, with a knowing glint in his eye.
"Well done, young heroes," the old man said. "You've saved our city from the brink of darkness. But tell me, do you know the true nature of the darkness you've faced?"
Eryndor's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?"
The old man leaned in, his voice barely above a whisper. "The Darkness is an ancient evil, one that has been awakened by dark rituals. And I fear that Eryndor, with your power of the Voice, you may be the key to stopping it... or unleashing it fully."
The group exchanged concerned glances. What did the old man mean?
Eryndor's eyes locked onto the old man, his curiosity piqued. "What do
