As the cavern's oppressive darkness receded, Riven, Lysara, and Kael caught their breath, feeling the weight of the trial lift but sensing an uneasy calm settling over them.
Outside, the ancient forest whispered secrets carried by the wind — voices from a time long forgotten.
The trio made their way back to their camp, each lost in thought. Riven's mind lingered on the visions from the trial. Among the shadows, a fleeting image of a woman with silver hair and piercing blue eyes appeared — a memory he couldn't place, yet felt inexplicably connected to.
Lysara broke the silence. "There's more to this seal than just the Warden's prison. I fear we've only scratched the surface."
Kael nodded. "Agreed. If the darkness was this strong here, what else waits beyond the borders? We need allies — and answers."
That night, as the campfire crackled, Riven pulled out the amulet. The glow dimmed, then brightened again, revealing a hidden inscription etched on its surface — symbols that shimmered with ancient magic.
Suddenly, the amulet emitted a soft hum, projecting a holographic map of the realm, marked with flickering points of light.
"These must be the other seals," Riven whispered. "If the Warden's prison is one, the others might hold greater powers — or dangers."
Lysara traced a path on the map. "Then our journey is far from over. We must seek these places before the darkness spreads."
The fire's glow flickered, shadows dancing across their faces as destiny called them onward.
The past had stirred, and the fate of the realm rested in their hands.