Rae and Prince Cyrus navigated the dark corridors, dodging Shadow King's minions. They burst into a hidden passageway, the door creaking shut behind them.
"We need to find Elara," Rae whispered, her breath visible in the chilly air.
Prince Cyrus nodded. "She's our only hope to understand the prophecy."
As they descended the narrow stairway, Rae's magic sensed a hidden trap.
"Wait!" Rae warned, grabbing Prince Cyrus's arm.
A poison dart shot past, embedding in the stone wall.
"Thanks," Prince Cyrus said, his eyes locked on hers.
Their gazes held, a spark of tension between them.
Suddenly, Elara emerged from the shadows.
"Follow me," Elara whispered, urgency etched on her face.
They trailed Elara through winding tunnels, avoiding deadly traps.
"What's going on, Elara?" Rae demanded.
Elara hesitated. "I didn't mean to hurt you, Rae. The prophecy... it's complicated."
Rae's anger simmered. "Explain."
Elara took a deep breath. "The prophecy requires a sacrifice, but I've found an alternative."
Prince Cyrus's eyes narrowed. "What alternative?"
Elara's voice barely above a whisper, "A powerful artifact hidden within the castle."