Lucan and Maris stood in the heart of the ancient temple, the air thick with anticipation. Before them was a pedestal, upon which lay the Eye of Obsidian, the relic Lucan had been pursuing for so long. The Eye was entirely black, its surface a smooth, polished void that seemed to absorb all light. It emanated an eerie, otherworldly glow.
The Eye of Obsidian was a mesmerizing object, its darkness so profound that it seemed to swallow the surrounding light. The relic was perfectly round and slightly larger than an average eye, encased in a delicate, almost ethereal frame that suggested both beauty and menace. The pedestal was adorned with ancient runes that pulsed faintly, their light reflecting off the Eye's dark surface.
Lucan approached the pedestal. His hand reached out and lifted the Eye of Obsidian. It was surprisingly light, yet the air around it seemed to grow colder.
