The eerie green light from the stone filled the chamber, casting long, distorted shadows across the ancient walls. Draven stood at the center of it all, his chest heaving from the intensity of what he had just experienced. His mind swirled with the memory of the figure from his vision—the shadowy presence who had spoken of the stone's power, of the ability to reshape the world, and the dangers of being consumed by it. The weight of their words lingered with him, heavier than ever.
Aria watched him carefully, her posture tense as she stepped closer. "Draven, talk to me. What did you see?"
Draven exhaled slowly, his gaze still locked on the pulsing stone. "A vision. Someone… or something spoke to me. They said the stone is a key to a power far greater than we imagined. But they also warned me that it's dangerous. If we're not careful, it could destroy us."
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