The graveyard lay in eerie silence, a haunting testament to the chaos that had unfolded just moments before. The aftermath of the battle still clung to the air like a shroud, heavy with the stench of decay and dark magic. As I stood amidst the ruins, the echoes of the conflict faded, replaced by an unsettling stillness that wrapped around me like a cold embrace. My breath came in shallow gasps, the weight of the night's events settling heavily on my shoulders.
I carefully wrapped the Arcana card in the handkerchief and tucked it into my pocket, a small gesture of protection for the strange artifact now bound to my fate. The remnants of the dark mage's presence lingered, and I felt an unsettling pull toward his fallen form, a curiosity that urged me to search for more.
