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Touch the shimmering emblem to ignite dormant energies and chart your path through realms unseen.
description
The once-thriving kingdom of Elyndor had faded into myth, its towering spires swallowed by an enchanted forest that devoured memory itself. Legends whispered of a crystal heart buried beneath the ruins, its pulse said to cleanse corruption—but those who sought it vanished into the thorns. Kael, a mercenary with a scarred past and an immunity to magic, cared little for fairy tales until a ghostly figure appeared at his campfire. Her form flickered like dying embers, eyes hollow voids leaking tendrils of shadow. "The forest remembers you," she rasped, pressing a rusted locket into his palm. Inside gleamed a portrait of a woman who shared Kael’s amber eyes—a mother he’d been told died in childbirth. Now the vines coiled tighter each night, their barbed creepers etching map-like patterns into his skin. His dreams filled with visions of a hollow throne room where something wearing his face laughed beneath a crown of rot. Survival meant venturing into the weeping woods, but the real trap waited deeper—the truth about why the trees hungered, and what his blood had to do with their ancient curse.
