Lyra's mind reeled as she left Oracle Vex's chamber. The weight of her newfound responsibility settled heavy on her shoulders.
She sought out Kael, her best friend and confidant, in the city's central hub.
"Kael, I need your help," Lyra said, urgency in her voice.
Kael's expression turned serious. "What's going on?"
Lyra hesitated, unsure how much to reveal.
"Oracle Vex chose me for a mission. I need access to the hidden archives."
Kael's eyes widened. "The restricted section?
Lyra, that's forbidden."
Lyra's determination won out. "I have to try.
Aethoria's fate depends on it."
Kael nodded. "I'll help. But we need to be careful. The Council guards those archives fiercely."
Under the cover of darkness, Lyra and Kael sneaked into the archives. Dusty shelves line the narrow room, filled with ancient texts an mysterious artifacts
Lyra's fingers trailed over the spines of the books. "We're looking for information on the ancient artifacts and Aethoria's guardians."
As they searched, Lyra stumbled upon a cryptic text:
"Beneath the wings of the Setting Sun, Where shadows dance and ancient secrets
Sleep,
Seek the first artifact, forged by the Earth's own hand,
And claim your legacy, O Guardian of Aethoria."