The Obsidian Citadel loomed on the horizon like a monolith of despair, its dark spires piercing the stormy sky. As Elara, Kirin, Lyra, and Thalia approached the ancient stronghold, the weight of their mission pressed down on them, as if the very air around the fortress was charged with an ominous energy. The closer they got, the more palpable the feeling of dread became.
The path leading to the citadel was treacherous, winding through narrow mountain passes and across jagged ravines. The terrain seemed to resist their approach, as if the land itself was under Nyx's control, determined to keep them at bay. Yet, they pressed on, their resolve unwavering.