Bab 3: Chapter 3: Echoes of Destiny
Days turned into nights as Lyra and her friends delved deeper into the mysteries that surrounded the Arcane Tower. With each passing hour, the whispers of dark magic grew louder, their insidious tendrils reaching out to ensnare the unwary.
Undeterred by the encroaching darkness, Lyra continued her studies within the Tower's hallowed halls, her mind ablaze with questions and her heart heavy with the weight of responsibility. She knew that the answers she sought lay hidden within the ancient tomes that lined the Tower's library shelves, waiting to be discovered by those brave enough to seek them out.
As she poured over the pages of the ancient texts, Lyra's thoughts turned to the prophecy that had haunted her dreams since that fateful day. She could sense its presence lurking just beyond her grasp, tantalizingly close yet maddeningly elusive.
But amidst the chaos of her thoughts, a glimmer of hope shone bright. For in the depths of the Tower's archives, Lyra had uncovered a clue, a fragment of knowledge that spoke of a forgotten relic said to hold the key to unlocking the secrets of the prophecy.
With newfound determination, Lyra gathered her friends to her side, their resolve unwavering in the face of adversity. Together, they set out into the heart of Arcanum, their path illuminated by the pale glow of moonlight filtering through the city streets.
Their journey led them to the outskirts of the city, where the ancient ruins of a forgotten civilization lay hidden beneath the earth. As they ventured deeper into the darkness, they could feel the weight of history pressing down upon them, the echoes of the past whispering secrets long since lost to time.
At last, they reached their destination: a crumbling temple, its stone walls weathered by centuries of neglect. Within its depths, they found the relic they sought, a shimmering crystal pulsing with arcane energy.
But as Lyra reached out to claim the relic, a darkness descended upon them, its presence suffocating and oppressive. Shadows danced upon the walls, twisting and writhing like tendrils of smoke, and the air grew thick with the scent of ancient magic.
With a cry of defiance, Lyra unleashed her magic, channeling the power of the relic into a beacon of light that pierced the darkness. In its brilliant glow, the shadows recoiled, their malevolent presence driven back by the purity of her spirit.
As the darkness retreated into the depths of the temple, Lyra and her friends emerged victorious, their bond stronger than ever before. For they knew that their journey was far from over, and that the echoes of destiny would continue to guide them on their path to greatness.
Status Power Mingguan
-- Peringkat
Power 
-- Power
stone