The roar of Malakor echoed through the entire cave, challenging the presence of the Earth Guardian. His pitch-black sword whooshed, radiating an aura of death, growing stronger, ready to strike the green light dragon that had just emerged from the depths. Yet, the Earth Guardian remained calm, its peaceful aura seeming to quell the fury of the eternal night’s ruler.The light dragon moved its majestic head with a swish, its gaze, filled with wisdom, shifting from Lyra to Malakor. The gentle vibrations that had once enveloped Lyra now surged stronger, providing unexpected courage and tranquility."You've polluted this land for too long, Malakor," the Earth Guardian's voice rumbled softly, but its power shook the very core of the cave. Boom! "Balance must be restored."Malakor hissed in fury, his massive wings flapping violently with a whoosh, sending a cold wind carrying the stench of death. "Balance? The age of darkness has arrived! And you, the ancient guardian, will witness the fina

Lyra's step into the dark corridor felt like crossing the boundary between hope and illusion. The faint voice calling her name, Darren's voice that had long been silent in her memories, echoed in her mind, overriding all doubts and fears. She had to know, even though her common sense warned of a possible trap. Maeve and Seraphina called her name anxiously, but Lyra didn't turn back. The golden light from the family journal became her only guide in the dense darkness.The corridor twisted and turned, descending deeper into the earth's belly. The air felt cold and damp, carrying the scent of wet soil and something foreign, something she didn't recognize. The murmur of water could be heard faintly in the distance, mixed with soft whispers that seemed to call her name.The further she went, the stronger the voice became, the clearer its intonation. It was truly Darren's voice, full of pain and pleading. Lyra's heart pounded, the hope that had been buried for so long rising wildly again. C