The journey had been long and arduous, but Kael and his companions had finally reached the outskirts of the ancient city of Eldoria. The once-bustling metropolis now lay in ruins, its grandeur reduced to crumbling stone and overgrown vines. The air was thick with the scent of decay and the lingering echoes of a forgotten past.
As they stepped through the shattered gates, a sense of unease settled over the group. The city, once a beacon of hope and prosperity, now felt like a tomb. The streets were eerily silent, save for the distant howl of the wind and the occasional scuttle of unseen creatures.
Elara led the way, her staff casting a faint glow that illuminated the path ahead. Kael walked beside her, his hand never far from his sword. Lyra followed closely behind, her bow at the ready, her eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of danger. The city was a labyrinth of fallen buildings and twisted alleyways, each turn revealing more of the devastation that had befallen Eldoria.
