|| Penelope ||
Isabella was the first to speak, her voice low and filled with unease. "This place... it feels wrong," she muttered, glancing nervously at the towering ruins around us. "Like the earth itself is holding its breath."
Lucian’s expression hardened, his eyes scanning the mist that clung to the ruins like a shroud. "We have to move quickly," he said, his voice taut with tension. "Oracle is here somewhere. But so is the curse."
Maya nodded, her face pale in the fading light. "Oracle’s magic is powerful. It binds this place together, even after all these centuries. If we’re not careful, we could end up like the others who came before us — lost, forgotten. If we face any challenge I will create a portal to the Castle. You all should take the way, safe to Goldenrealm."
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