The group moved through the twisting corridors of the Keep, their footsteps echoing ominously in the silence. The air grew colder with every step, and the shadows seemed to stretch and shift around them as if alive. The vision of the Ancients' downfall weighed heavily on their minds, a constant reminder of the stakes at play. The Keep had become more than just a challenge—it was a battleground between them and an ancient force that threatened to escape and wreak havoc once more.
Elara led the way, her eyes scanning the darkened halls for any sign of danger. She could feel the tension in the group, each of them lost in their thoughts, grappling with the knowledge they had gained. It was as if the Keep itself had changed after the vision, becoming more oppressive and hostile.
"Do you think the Ancients knew what they were doing?" Bryn asked quietly, his voice barely more than a whisper.