The night sky stretched above like an endless shroud as Kael, Morgana, and Darien approached the mountain pass that would lead them to the Midnight Citadel. Shadows clung to the rugged path, and a biting wind howled through the crags, carrying an ominous chill. The citadel, once a proud bastion of the Sages, had fallen into disrepair over centuries, and now served as a nexus of dark magic, corrupted by the same darkness that had tried to overtake the sanctums. From afar, they could see its silhouette outlined against the horizon, an imposing structure with spires that twisted skyward like jagged claws.