The journey deeper into the unknown led Thayrion, Kaylean, and their expedition to a place untouched by time — an ancient village veiled in moonlit mist, nestled between silent cliffs and hidden lakes. It was the lost sanctuary of the Dark Elves, long thought extinct, their traditions buried in myth.
As the Elven warriors approached, the villagers emerged cautiously, eyes glowing faintly in the twilight. One among them stepped forward — Elarien, the village matriarch, her hair a silver cascade, her voice older than stone.
She gazed at Thayrion’s gauntlets, her expression falling.
> “The blood of Elharya flows within you… but the curse lives too.”
Her words gripped the air with a chill. Around the quiet bonfire, the elven brethren listened intently.
> “The Deer of the Lake, guardian of peace, was slain by a Blood Ogre... and the Phoenix of Aether? Devoured by the cursed Blood Serpent. Without them, the cleansing ritual is lost. Your armor cannot be purified… not by traditional means.”
Thayrion's gaze fell to the earth, pain flickering in his eyes. But before despair could take root, a raspy voice broke the silence. From the shadow of a forge, stepped a dwarf — stocky, flame-bearded, and eyes sharp with knowledge.
> “Name’s Brundar Stoneheart. I’ve studied the forgotten tongues of forge spirits and the cursed veins of armor long forsaken. With your blood… and a Rune of Light from the Elven Queen herself… I might forge a new fate.”
Kaylean looked at Thayrion, and for a moment, hope rekindled.
But peace never lingers long.
That night, as the campfire dimmed and the warriors rested, two elven brethren — Vaelin and Aredor — fell silent, faces pale, breath shallow. A mark like a shadowed sigil burned upon their skin.
> “A curse,” Elarien whispered. “Planted by eyes unseen… Someone watches you still.”
A creeping dread fell over the camp. Thayrion clenched his fists, the weight of responsibility heavy on his soul.
> “We must protect them. We must protect Elharya.”
As the stars wheeled above, destiny stirred restlessly in the depths of the dungeon, and far away, the Queen of the Elves stirred in her moonlit court — unaware that her light might soon be the key to salvation… or damnation.
Will courage be enough when fate demands blood?
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