Vorian led the group down a narrow, winding corridor, where the shadows danced to the rhythm of the torches' flickering flames. The air was impregnated with the smell of moss and ancient parchments, a mixture that evoked the centuries of secrets and mysteries that permeated the walls of the underground City of Tears.
Footsteps resounded through the corridor like sighs lost in the echo of time, while Kaizen, Alina and the others followed Vorian with a mixture of fascination and apprehension. The journey seemed to lead them through the veils of time, towards an unknown destination, permeated by the weaves of ancient magic that entangled every stone and shadow of Olaynore.