As they approached the tower, Kael felt a strange energy emanating from within. The air seemed to vibrate with ancient power, and the stones themselves appeared to hum with forgotten knowledge.
Eira dismounted, her eyes fixed on the tower's entrance. "Arin awaits us," she said, her voice low and mysterious.
Kael followed her, his heart pounding with anticipation. What secrets lay hidden within the tower's walls?
As they entered, a warm glow enveloped them, banishing the darkness. The interior was simple, yet elegant, with shelves lined with ancient tomes and strange artifacts.
Arin the Wise greeted them, his eyes twinkling with warmth. "Ah, Kael Darkhaven, I have expected you. Your curse is a heavy burden, one that requires great courage to overcome."
Kael felt a surge of hope. "You can help me?"
Arin nodded. "I possess knowledge of the ancient lore, forged from the earliest days of our world. The secrets of the curse, and the path to lifting it, are hidden within these walls."
Eira stepped forward, her eyes burning with intensity. "Tell us, Arin, what do you know of the curse?"
Arin's gaze turned inward, his eyes clouding with memories. "The curse of Malakar's sword is a powerful and ancient magic, one that has consumed many souls throughout the ages. It is a corruption, a twisting of the very fabric of one's being."
Kael felt a shiver run down his spine. "Can it be lifted?"
Arin's gaze snapped back to the present. "Yes, but the path is fraught with danger. You must confront the darkness within yourself, and emerge victorious."
Kael steeled himself. "I'm ready."
Arin nodded. "Then let us begin