Video - Whispers of the Lost Ember

In the dimly lit tavern of Alder's End, a hushed tension crackled. Liora, with eyes sharp as daggers, leaned over the table, her voice barely a whisper. "The map speaks of the Lost Ember," she confided to Bram, whose fingers drummed anxiously on his mug. Outside, the storm howled, mirroring the tempest within. "We must leave at dawn," Bram urged, his heart pounding with unspoken fears. Liora nodded, determination set in her jaw. "The Ember's power can reshape destinies." As dawn's light crept through the window, they departed, shadows stretching behind them. Their journey wound through tangled forests and echoing caves, the map their only guide. At the heart of the labyrinth, the Ember pulsed, a beacon of warmth and promise. Liora reached out, its glow enveloping her, dissolving the shadows of doubt. Together, they emerged, changed, the Ember's light forever altering their paths.