Stepping out of the portal, Benjo, Lyra, and Rico found themselves back in Lumina. But it was not the Lumina they remembered. The vibrant land was now shrouded in darkness, the air heavy with fear and uncertainty.
They looked around, their hearts sinking at the sight. The Dark Sorcerer's reign had taken a toll on Lumina, but this was something else, something far worse.
As they made their way towards the Dark Fortress, they felt a powerful surge of dark magic. They knew then that they were not facing the Dark Sorcerer. A new threat had taken over.
Despite the surprise and the rising fear, they held onto their resolve. They were the chosen ones, and they were here to save Lumina.
As they approached the fortress, the doors flung open, revealing the new ruler. Moros, the ruthless warlock, awaited them, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
"Welcome, chosen ones," he said, his voice echoing through the silent land. "I've been expecting you."