Rain tapping faintly against broken windows, a cold wind blowing through the remains of a once-great building. The night is heavy, oppressive with the feeling of doom that is about to fall. The distant rumble of thunder is heard across the sky, a warning of the storm that is yet to come.The dust has settled. The battlefield is silent, except for the slow, steady drip of rainwater pooling in the cracks of the ruined stone floor. Ethan stands, his body battered but unbroken, his breath ragged in the cool air. Lysara lies beside him, her form still unconscious but breathing, the flicker of life a fragile thread he clings to. The battle with the strange enemy has ended. Yet in that sense of unease that gnaws at Ethan's heart, he feels that that is where the real war begins.But as the storm outside rages on, the shadows inside the ancient structure stir once again. Ethan's senses flare, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. He can feel the presence of something—no, someone n

The wind is howling through the ruins of the sanctuary, and the air is heavy with the after-effects of the destructive energy of the battle. The air crackles with the last vestiges of the Herald's power, but a new presence, far more ominous, starts to fill the void. Ethan breaks the silence with his strained breathing, his body still battered from the previous clash. He clenches his fist on the sword's hilt, its blade now a pale ember of magical fire. At his side, Lysara stands white but resolute.The narrator continues, "The air was still, but something stirred below the surface. Ethan's heart was racingnot from exhaustion but from the feeling of an impending doom far worse than any enemy he had faced before. It was a presence, unseen but palpable. It was ancient. It was powerful. And it was getting closer.Ethan's thoughts were scattered. His pulse throbbed in his ears as he glanced over at Lysara, his gaze flickering with concern.ETHAN: (breathing heavy, voice low) "Lysara, someth

Fading away the echoes of the last battle in eerie silence. The wind howls through the ruined sanctuary, whispering through the cracks like ghosts.The fight against the Nightlord was over, but the war was just getting started. The warmth of dawn barely caressed the broken rubble of a sanctuary where Ethan and Lysara stood, battered and spent. The air was choked with the smell of burnt shadows and something far worse—a presence that hadn't left yet.Faint footsteps approach. A blade scrapes against stone. A faint growl echoes through the ruins.ETHAN"Lysara… We must go. Something else approaches."LYSARA"We hardly survived the Nightlord. And if something far worse exists beyond this, Ethan, you're injured."The earth groans, heavy, guttural laughter rips through the air. Shadows unfurl like sinuous things and creep towards them.???"Ah… the Nightlord was but a shard of the darkness. Did you think his defeat would be the end of it? No… you have merely cleared the path for something

The echo of dripping water recedes into the distance. In the air hangs an unsettling charged feeling. Hums in silence.In a very ominous tone with grave"The morning after the night before, Ethan and Lysara arose from the dust of their triumph, the embers of Nightlord extinguished by the wind. But such glass that is forged by peace was not meant to shatter so easily. The abyss had other designs.Thudding footsteps. A monstrous, inhuman growling sound echoes within the hollow sanctuary.LYSARA"Ethan, don't tell me you're hearing that. Tell me it can't be"ETHAN"I hear it. And I feel it. Something's coming. Something worse."The ground shudders, splitting beneath them as black mist rises from the depths. Shadows coil like living serpents, twisting and writhing into form."From the fissures of reality, it emerged. Not a beast. Not a man. But a force, a sentient calamity older than time itself. The Abyssal Warden, harbinger of annihilation."A distorted, eldritch voice echoes, layered w

The ruins of Shepherd's Fall. Fires flicker in the distance, casting long shadows over shattered stone. The air is thick with ash and the distant sound of wailing wind."The battle against Malakar left Ethan and Lysara barely standing. But as they struggled forward, the darkness refused to grant them peace."Distant thunder rolls in. A bitter gust of wind howls through the rubble.LYSARA (weak, but urgent):"Ethan, something's coming."ETHAN (breathless, clenching his sword)"I know. I feel it too."Heavy footfalls shake through the ruins, slow and purposeful. The air fills with a deep hum, which intensifies.UNKNOWN VOICE (low, sneering)"Well, well. So, you are the survivor of Malakar. How fascinating.The wind stills. A shadowed figure steps forward, his form obscured by flowing black robes. A mask of bone covers his face, etched with ancient symbols. In his hand, a gnarled staff pulses with sickly green energy.“From the abyss stepped a new terror a man whose presence sent the ver