Eryndel tightened his grip on the silver branch staff as he stepped onto the crystal bridge. Below, the Veilriver shimmered, its waters whispering lost prophecies. Across the bridge, the Obsidian Spire loomed, pulsing with the dark magic that had sealed his sister away.
A Guardian emerged—an armored wraith shifting between shadow and mist. Eryndel struck the bridge with his staff, sending silver vines lashing out. The Guardian writhed as light wove around it, binding it in threads of starlight. He raced past before it could break free.
At the Spire’s heart, an obsidian cage pulsed. His sister, Alisara, lay within, eyes closed. He pressed the branch against the bars, muttering the Spell of Unmaking. The cage shattered—but the Spire trembled.
The Guardian reformed, howling. Alisara grabbed his hand, channeling her own magic. Together, they cast a final spell, shattering the bridge as they leapt. The river caught them, whispering of battles yet to come.
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