As the gathering rose up out of the profundities of the old burial place, their countenances were carved with a combination of depletion and win. They had effectively recovered the Lost Artifact, a strong relic said to hold the way to fixing the old obscurity that compromised their reality. However, in their snapshot of triumph, the air was thick with strain.
Evelyn, the sorceress with a heart as cryptic as her powers, grasped the Artifact firmly to her chest. She had maintained its mysteries for quite a long time, watching it from the people who looked to abuse its power. Her brilliant eyes, aglow with the information on ages, examined the essences of her buddies. Among them were Rowan, the fearless knight who had made a solemn vow to safeguard her, and Kael, the beguiling maverick who had his very own shadowy past.
