Valarian...
As they ventured past the gates, the dragon issued a stern warning that underscored the gravity of their mission: they needed to venture deep into the heart of this dark realm to confront and eliminate the intruder. Only by doing so and then securely closing the gates could they ensure the safety of their world. The urgency was palpable, with the dragon emphasizing the need for swift action.
The darkness that enveloped them as they delved deeper was unlike anything Amukelo and Eliss had ever experienced. It was a tangible, oppressive force that seemed to consume all light, rendering their surroundings into an abyss of shadows. The air itself felt thick with an unnerving presence, as if the darkness was alive, breathing along with them.
Navigating through a narrow corridor, the darkness intensified, gradually transforming into a swirling mass that resembled a dark storm. This visual tumult made it difficult to maintain a sense of direction, their only guidance being the dragon's unwavering sense of purpose.
Emerging from the corridor, they found themselves in an immense hall where the darkness was even more profound. The scale of the hall was staggering, its vastness emphasized by the height that disappeared into an unseen ceiling. Giant pillars lined their path, their forms dissolving into the void above, reinforcing the feeling of insignificance in the face of such ancient and monumental architecture.
To mitigate the overwhelming darkness, the dragon summoned a floating flame that cast a dim, flickering light. This small beacon pierced the darkness, revealing glimpses of their immediate surroundings but doing little to illuminate the hall's vast expanse. The light from the flame danced across the surfaces it could reach, casting long, eerie shadows that twisted and merged with the darkness.
As they ventured deeper, the silence of the hall was broken by a sound that was both familiar and alien. It was akin to the howling of the wind yet carried an undercurrent of whispers, a chorus of voices that seemed to speak directly to them. The effect was disorienting, blurring the line between reality and illusion.
The dragon's voice, tinged with anticipation and resolve, broke the eerie silence of the dark hall. "We're getting closer," it announced, its tone implying that they were on the verge of confronting the intruder. The dragon's senses, honed over millennia, could detect the subtle disturbances in the air, the slight shifts in the darkness that betrayed the intruder's presence.
As they advanced, a figure emerged from the swirling mists, its outline vague and shifting. The sight triggered a visceral response from the dragon, who, without hesitation, unleashed a burst of speed and power, propelling itself towards the figure with a ferocity that was both awe-inspiring and terrifying.
Amukelo and Eliss, though not as swift as the dragon, hastened their pace, driven by a mixture of adrenaline and the urgent need to support their unlikely ally. The figure, in a dark cloak, though distant and indistinct, stirred a sense of recognition within them, a familiarity that was puzzling yet undeniable.
The dragon's attack was swift, its claws aimed to rend and tear. Yet, as they made contact, they passed through the figure as if it were no more substantial than the surrounding mist. The intruder vanished, leaving no trace but the dragon's frustration and confusion in the wake of the failed assault.
In the moments that followed, an atmosphere of heightened tension enveloped the group. The dragon, visibly shaken, scanned the darkness with a newfound sense of caution. Its confidence was replaced by a palpable fear, a reaction that was both unexpected and deeply unsettling.
Suddenly, the intruder reappeared at a distance. The dragon's reaction was instantaneous. With a roar that echoed through the vast hall, the dragon launched itself at the figure, utilizing the full extent of its formidable powers. Flames, ice, and arcane energies converged in a spectacular display of might, a testament to the dragon's determination to eliminate the threat.
It was then, as the dragon unleashed its wrath, that Amukelo gained a clearer view of the intruder. He had a book tied to his waist. A book that Amukelo and Eliss recognize very well, 'Tome of the Dead'. The recognition hit him with the force of a physical blow – it was Valarian, the crazed necromancer responsible for the death of their friend, Kael. Valarian, whose malevolence had left a deep scar on their past, was supposed to be dead. Yet here he stood, in this place of darkness and ancient secrets, a ghost from their past returned to haunt them.
The dragon's rage was palpable, its attack a storm of elemental fury aimed at Valarian. Yet, there was more than just anger driving the dragon; there was fear. Valarian's presence here, his ability to evade the dragon's attacks with such ease, suggested powers that were deeply troubling.
Amukelo and Eliss, just stood there as if they were hit by the lightning. They couldn't believe their own eyes. For Amukelo it was more of an anger, as he was the one who theoretically slayed Valarian. But Eliss, during her last encounter with Valarian was powerless, she just could see as Valarian was killing her friend Kael. She was deeply in fear.