The eighth inner circle of Eldoria Kingdom was a place few dared venture. Deep within the ancient elven territory, past twisted forests and warded boundaries, lay the most isolated tribe—the Shadowveil Clan.
Their sanctuary existed beneath the earth itself.
A massive underground chamber stretched hundreds of feet in every direction. The walls were carved from black stone, veins of dark crystal pulsing with faint violet light.
Altars lined the perimeter—ancient relics covered in runes that predated the kingdom itself. The architecture resembled a dungeon more than a temple, with chains hanging from pillars and circles of power etched into the stone floor.
In the center, one such circle suddenly flared to life.
Purple light erupted upward, magical energy swirling in a vortex. Then a figure materialized—falling, collapsing onto the cold stone.
Sylvea hit the ground hard.
"Haah... haah... hnngh~!"
