In the ancient city of Selvendor, a place of towering cathedrals and whispering winds, lived a woman named Elara. She was known for her unwavering faith and dedication to God. Clad in black lace and adorned with symbols of her devotion, Elara spent her days in prayer, seeking guidance and strength.
One evening, as the last rays of sunlight filtered through the stained glass windows, casting an ethereal glow upon the stone floor, Elara felt a sudden chill. She knelt in her usual spot, her heart heavy with a sense of impending doom. The city had been plagued by an unseen enemy, a force that brought nightmares to life and spread terror among the inhabitants.
"Dear God," Elara whispered, her voice trembling, "grant me the strength to face this darkness. Show me the path to save my people from this horror."