At last, they reached the ruins of Aeloria.
Broken towers stood like ghosts of the past. The sky above was dark, and the air felt cold.
At the center of the ruins stood a black throne.
And on it sat the Shadow King.
His eyes glowed like fire.
"So… you've come," he said, his voice echoing.
Arin stepped forward, holding the map.
"Why did you call me?"
The Shadow King laughed.
"Because you are the last heir of Aeloria."
Arin was shocked.
"That's impossible…"
"Your blood carries the power to restore this kingdom," the Shadow King said. "Or destroy it forever."
Suddenly, darkness spread across the ground, moving toward Arin.
Lyra raised her bow.
"Stay back!"
But the Shadow King was too powerful.
Arin closed his eyes.
The map began to glow brighter than ever before.
A warm light surrounded him.
He heard the same whisper again—
"Believe in yourself…"
Arin opened his eyes—and a burst of light exploded from his hands.
The darkness vanished.
The Shadow King screamed as the light consumed him.
And then… silence.