The nocturnal mist crept through the corridors of Tenebrous Castle like a river of shadows whispering ancient secrets. Sophia advanced alongside Kaelen, each step softly reverberating on the cold stone floor. The Silver Princess held the medallion firmly, noticing how its warmth seemed to guide her toward an unknown destiny, while the echoes of the voice calling her by a forgotten name still resonated in her mind.
Kaelen walked a step ahead, hooded, with silent, precise movements, as if the passages had been familiar to him forever. His presence wasn't invasive, but it was imposing; there was something in his bearing that spoke of ancient secrets, of a world invisible to common eyes, and Sophia couldn't help but feel a shiver at the thought of what she was about to discover.
