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As the group walked the passage, what they met left them awe.In front was a marvel of architecture and engineering, a testament to the ingenuity and craftsmanship of a long-lost civilization. This magnificent metropolis was designed to accommodate a staggering population of at least 500 million people, and yet, every building looked like the people who live in it, lived a life of unparalleled luxury and opulence.
As they approached the city, they were struck by its sheer scale and grandeur.tge city stretched as far as the eye could see, its landscape a tapestry of gleaming white marble, polished silver, and glittering gemstones. The city's skyline was a majestic blend of sweeping arches, towering spires, and grandiose domes, all perfectly proportioned and harmoniously arranged.
The city's architecture was a masterclass in elegance and refinement, with intricate carvings, ornate frescoes, and delicate filigree adorning every available surface. The buildings seemed to be crafted from a single, seamless piece of stone, as if the very earth itself had been molded and shaped to create this breathtaking metropolis.
As the group wandered through the city's winding streets and expansive boulevards, they were struck by the sense of perfect order and harmony that pervaded every aspect of the city. The streets were immaculately clean, the air was crisp and fresh, and the very atmosphere seemed to vibrate with an otherworldly energy.
Every inhabitant of the city lived in a state of luxurious comfort but no one was seen, with spacious, elegantly appointed homes that seemed to be crafted specifically for their individual needs and desires. The city's inhabitants were a diverse and vibrant tapestry of cultures, ethnicities, and professions, and yet, they all shared a common air of refinement, sophistication, and nobility.
Despite its vast size, the ruin was a city that seemed to be tailored to the needs of each and every individual. The city's infrastructure was a marvel of efficiency, with crystal-clear water, abundant food, and limitless energy available to all. The city's advanced technology was seamlessly integrated into everyday life, making every aspect of living in Eldrador effortless and enjoyable.
As the sun began to set, the city transformed into a dazzling spectacle of light and color, with towering fountains, shimmering waterfalls, and intricate lanterns casting a magical glow over the city. The air was filled with the sweet scent of exotic flowers,creating a sense of enchantment and wonder that was simply captivating.
As the group stepped through the grand entrance of the ancient city, they were met with an eerie silence. The streets, which should have been bustling with life and activity, were empty and still. The only sound was the soft rustling of the wind through the intricately carved buildings.
Kurten, Lyra, Arin, and Sophia exchanged awestruck glances as they gazed out at the breathtaking sight before them and delicate filigree adorning every available surface.
As they walked through the empty streets, their footsteps echoed off the buildings, the only sound breaking the silence. The group wandered in wonder, taking in the sheer scale and grandeur of the city.
To their left, a majestic palace rose up, its facade a dazzling display of color and light. The walls seemed to shimmer and glow, as if infused with an inner radiance. The palace's entrance was a grand, sweeping arch, adorned with intricate carvings and glittering gemstones in front hanged a carving in stone written "Eldrador palace".
To their right, a sprawling garden stretched out, filled with exotic flowers and towering trees. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, and the soft chirping of birds could be heard in the distance.
As they continued to explore, they came across a massive central square, dominated by a colossal statue of a long-forgotten king. The statue was crafted from a single piece of gleaming white marble, and its sheer scale took their breath away.
The group stood in stunned silence, taking in the majesty of the ancient city. They had never seen anything like it before,at the bottom was written the king of Eldrador the VII. The city seemed to be a testament to the ingenuity and craftsmanship of a long-lost civilization, a civilization that had possessed skills and knowledge that had been lost to the ages.
As they stood there, a faint whisper seemed to echo through the empty streets, a whisper that seemed to carry on the wind. It was a soft, melancholic voice, and it seemed to be calling out to them, beckoning them deeper into the heart of the city.
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When the dark energy finally dissipated ,
Halven found himself standing in front of the door, but something was different. He could feel a strange, unsettling presence within him, like a dark entity stirring in the depths of his soul. The book-like tome he had touched earlier dissolved into particles of light and faded away, leaving behind an octagonal shape with intricate patterns etched into his chest, like a tattoo seared into his skin.
The presence hummed within him, a low, ominous vibration that sent shivers down his spine. Halven closed his eyes, focusing his mind and filtering out every sound. In the silence, he saw a vision of himself as a child, curled up and vulnerable, with a dark veil trying to suffocate him.
With a surge of determination, Halven tore off the veil, shattering the illusion and asserting his control over his own soul. The backlash was immediate, and Xoraxys, the primal entity, appeared in Halven's mind, his expression shocked and enraged by the boy's sudden display of strength.
"How...?" Xoraxys's voice trailed off, his eyes blazing with fury and disappointment.
Halven stood tall, his voice firm and resolute. "This is my soul, and you have no right to it!" he declared, his words echoing through his mind like a challenge.
Xoraxys's form began to distort and writhe, like a living shadow trying to escape the light. With a final, defeated cry, he reversed back into the book-like tome, hovering deep within Halven's soul, where the boy couldn't detect him.
Halven's eyes snapped open, and he bit his tongue hard, the pain and blood a stark reminder of his predicament. He regretted touching the tome, regretted unleashing this evil presence within him.
As a hero at heart, Halven had always wanted to save everyone, to change the terrible things he had witnessed and give people the freedom to choose their own paths. But now, he was faced with an enemy within, a primal force that threatened to consume his soul and turn him into a spectator in his own body.
The weight of this realization crushed Halven, leaving him feeling devastated and lost. He knew that he had to find a way to defeat Xoraxys, to banish the primal entity from his soul and reclaim control over his own destiny. But for now, he stood frozen, unsure of where to begin or how to overcome the darkness that lurked within.