Eli's visions blurred, revealing fragments of the past. She saw the Shadow King's rise to power, his darkness spreading like a plague. The Ancient Order's desperate attempts to stop him. And a mysterious figure, hidden in the shadows.
"Who is that?" Eli asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Lyrien's eyes clouded. "The Architect. A being of immense power, rumored to have shaped the realms.
Aethon's grip on Eli's hand tightened. "What role did the Architect play in the Shadow King's rise?"
Lyrien hesitated. "The Architect's intentions are unclear, but their influence is evident. The Shadow King's power is rooted in the Architect's design."
Eli's mind reeled. The Architect's involvement added a layer of complexity to their quest.
As they explored the temple, ancient artifacts revealed the Shadow King's true name: Malakar. A sorcerer who sought to dominate all realms.
"Malakar's weakness lies in his connection to the elements," Lyrien said. "Eli, your magic can exploit this weakness."
Aethon's determination flared. "We have a chance to defeat him once and for all."
But Eli sensed a deeper truth. The Architect's involvement hinted at a larger purpose.