The horizon burned with the crimson hues of a setting sun, casting long shadows over the Ashen Wastes

The Ashen Wastes stretched endlessly before them, the air thick with the scent of charred earth

The Ashen Wastes stretched out before Elara and her companions

The dome of light surrounding Elara and her reflection shimmered with a strange,

The group pressed onward, their steps crunching against the faint green moss that was slowly reclaiming the Ashen Wastes

The Ashen Wastes, once a barren expanse of lifeless terrain, had begun to change. As the group traveled farther from the citadel,

Episode 207: The Shadow's Grasp

The throne room erupted into chaos as the shadowy figure unleashed its power. Tendrils of darkness lashed out, cracking the ground and sending shards of stone flying in every direction. The oppressive energy thickened the air, making it difficult to breathe.

Elara found herself alone in a narrow corridor, the shard’s light her only guide. The visions returned, more vivid than before—flashes of the Emberheart whole, glowing with unimaginable power, and the world engulfed in darkness if it fell into the wrong hands.