The group moved cautiously through the labyrinthine corridors of the Lost Ruin, a tiny star of light, conjured by Lyon, bobbing alongside them like a tiny, glowing companion. Its gentle, golden light cast long shadows on the ancient walls, which were covered in moss and timeworn carvings that told tales of a forgotten era. The star's soft illumination was the only break in the surrounding darkness, making the old stones look like they were alive, their faces etched with centuries of secrets.
The ancient walls of the ruin towered above them, their surfaces covered in intricate carvings that told stories of long-forgotten battles and mystical creatures. Despite the artistry, the walls offered no clues or guidance.
Maria examined the carvings as they walked, her fingers tracing the patterns etched into the stone. "These walls are incredible. It's like they hold the entire history of this place."