As they exited the chamber, the walls of Astralan Keep seemed to pulse with a renewed energy, as if acknowledging their purpose. The knowledge they had gained weighed heavily on them, but it also ignited a fierce determination. The corridors of the Keep stretched out before them, winding deeper into the heart of the fortress, where their first trial awaited.
Elara led the way, her hand resting lightly on the hilt of her sword, a comforting reminder of the strength she would need. The others followed closely, their faces set with resolve. The light from their torches flickered off the stone walls, casting long shadows that danced and swayed with every step.
As they walked, the silence grew more profound, as if the very air around them was holding its breath in anticipation. The further they ventured, the more the atmosphere changed. The warmth of the torches could no longer reach them, and a chill began to creep into their bones, bringing with it a sense of foreboding.
