MID NIGHT TALE

eeper into the mountains, the air grew thick with the scent of ages past. Lyra led the way, her knowledge of ancient lore guid

artifacts whispered secrets of a long-lost civilization. Aethon's eyes gleamed with excitement, his mind racing with the possibiliti

es scanning the horizon for any signs of movement. Kael's enigmatic presence seemed to resonate with the ancient energie

e ruins. "This place holds secrets of the ancient ones," he whispered, his voice barely audible

t spoke of a powerful artifact, forged by the dwarves of Kragnir, capable of defeating Malakai and

they had to act swiftly to uncover the secrets of the ruins and escape alive. They couldn't let the darkn

unison. They knew that they had to find the artifact before it fell into the wrong

come the obstacles. Lyra used her knowledge of ancient lore to decipher the puzzles, while Aethon used his magical abilities to disarm the traps. Eira and Kael

t, a powerful sword, lay buried in the heart of the ruins. It glowed with a fa

dows, its eyes fixed on the heroes with a malevolent glare. The heroes kn

would be their greatest challenge yet, but they were ready. For they were the heroes of Tenebrous,