Arktos loomed before them, a city of ice spires piercing the frozen sky. Kaden and Lara moved cautiously, frost crunching beneath their boots.
Eira's words echoed: "In Arktos, trust is ice—thin and deadly."
A figure approached—a woman in white, Nyx, the shadow dancer. "I've been waiting," she said, her eyes gleaming. "The Heart's third piece is mine."
Lara tensed. "You're with the shadows?"
Nyx smiled. "I'm with Arktos. The ice holds secrets—secrets that'll destroy Elysium if the Heart isn't stopped."
Kaden narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?"
Nyx led them to a frozen lake. "The ice is thinning. A darkness beneath will consume everything if the Heart isn't restored."
A rift opened, revealing a cavern filled with shattered dreams. The third piece lay on a pedestal, guarded by skeletal creatures.
"We need to get it," Kaden said.
Nyx nodded. "I'll distract them. But hurry—the ice won't last."
Lara and Kaden fought through the skeletons, reaching the pedestal. As Kaden took the piece, the shadows surged...
Nyx appeared, a dark blade at Lara's throat. "Sorry, Kaden. The shadows pay better."
Kaden's heart pounded. What does he do? 😊