Sylara, the once-enslaved guardian, led the group deeper into the twisting corridors of Dhazam's dark palace. Her luminous tail carved a path through the murky waters that filled many of the passageways, and her presence infused their surroundings with an eerie, otherworldly beauty.
As they moved forward, the air grew colder and more oppressive, the very walls closing in on them. It was as if the palace itself resisted their presence, a testament to the immense power of the wizard who dwelled within.
Sylara's voice, now free from the malevolence that had tainted it, filled the chamber as she shared the palace's grim history. It was once a place of magic and learning, a sanctuary for wizards and scholars. But Dhazam's lust for power had corrupted it, twisting the very foundations of this realm into a shadowy prison.
