Eli's determination flared as she deciphered the prophecy. The temple's walls seemed to whisper secrets, urging her onward.
"When shadows claim the heart,
And darkness reigns supreme,
A spark remains, a glimmer of light,
To guide the realms' redemption."
Aethon's eyes narrowed. "But what is this spark?"
Arianna's brow furrowed. "An ancient text, hidden within the temple, may hold the answer."
Their search led them through labyrinthine passages, adorned with mystical symbols.
As they delved deeper, the air thickened with anticipation.
Suddenly, the temple trembled.
"Niamh's forces," Arianna warned.
Their refuge had been breached.
Eli's heart quickened. "We must find the text before Niamh's minions."
Aethon's sword gleamed. "We'll defend the temple."
Their battle cry echoed through the temple as they clashed with Niamh's forces.
Eli fought with fierce determination, fueled by Lyra's memory.
Arianna's magic wove a protective barrier.
Aethon's sword sliced through shadows.
In the chaos, Eli stumbled upon a hidden chamber.
Within lay an ancient tome, bound in a strange, glowing material.
The cover read: "Chronicles of the Realms."
Eli's heart skipped a beat. "This must be the text."
As she opened the book, the pages revealed a shocking truth.
Niamh was not the true enemy.
A darker force manipulated her.
Eli's eyes widened. "We've been deceived."