Lysandra, Zephyr, and the elf continued their journey deeper into the mountains, following a hidden path that wound its way through narrow gorges and across perilous bridges. The air grew colder and thinner, and the ground was covered in a layer of ice that made every step treacherous.
But despite the dangers, Lysandra could feel the power of the lost kingdom calling to her, urging her on. She knew that they were getting closer, and she could feel the excitement building within her.
Finally, after days of travel, they reached the entrance to the lost kingdom. It was a massive stone door, covered in intricate carvings that depicted scenes of great battles and heroic deeds. Lysandra could sense the power of the spells that protected the door, and she knew that they would need to find a way to break through them if they were to enter the kingdom.
Zephyr stepped forward, his eyes fixed on the door. "I can sense the magic," he said. "But it's beyond my abilities to break through."
Lysandra nodded, her mind racing with possibilities. She drew her sword and approached the door, examining the carvings closely. As she did, she noticed a small symbol etched into the stone, a symbol that she recognized from her studies.
"It's a symbol of the ancient wizards," she said, pointing to the carving. "I think I know how to break the spell."
She closed her eyes and focused her energy, summoning the power of the elements. She chanted an ancient spell, drawing upon the power of fire, water, air, and earth, and directing it towards the door. A moment later, there was a deep rumbling sound, and the massive stone door slowly began to swing open.
Lysandra and her companions stepped through the doorway and into the lost kingdom of Helios. They were greeted by a vast, sprawling city, filled with towering spires, grand halls, and sprawling marketplaces. But the city was deserted, and there was an eerie stillness in the air.
As they made their way deeper into the city, they began to encounter signs of the darkness that had befallen the kingdom. Buildings lay in ruins, and the streets were littered with the bones of creatures that had been slain in battle. They could feel the presence of Valtor's minions all around them, lurking in the shadows and waiting to strike.
But Lysandra refused to be deterred. She was here to fulfill the prophecy and save the kingdom, no matter the cost. She drew her sword and summoned her magic, ready to face whatever lay ahead. The final battle was about to begin.