Raven's eyes scanned the pages of the journal, his heart heavy with emotion. Arin's handwriting was familiar, and the words seemed to leap off the page, telling a story of her journey to uncover the secrets of the Shadowheart.
As he read, Raven felt a sense of wonder and excitement. Arin had been searching for the same answers they were seeking, and her notes hinted at a much larger conspiracy.
"This is incredible," Raven said, looking up at Erebus. "Arin was onto something big."
Erebus nodded. "Yes, she was very close to uncovering the truth. But she was also very close to death. The Shadowheart's power is not to be trifled with, and those who seek to wield it must be prepared to pay the price."
Lirien's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?"
Erebus's smile was enigmatic. "Let us just say that Arin's research was... incomplete. She didn't fully understand the cost of tapping into the Shadowheart's power."
Kaelin's grip on his sword tightened. "What kind of cost?"
Erebus's eyes seemed to glint with a hint of mischief. "Ah, but that would be telling. Let us just say that Arin's research has... consequences. Consequences that could change everything."
Raven felt a shiver run down his spine as he continued to read Arin's journal. The words were cryptic, but they hinted at a dark and ancient power that threatened to consume them all.
As they delved deeper into the journal, they began to uncover clues that pointed to a long-forgotten ritual, one that could unlock the secrets of the Shadowheart once and for all.