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Chapter 77 - Chapter 77: Shadows of Betrayal

The journey through the Forest of Whispers weighed heavily on everyone. The encounter with Amara had left them all shaken, though none as much as Lucian. Her cryptic words about Selene gnawed at him, even as he forced himself to focus on the mission.

They finally emerged from the suffocating darkness of the forest into a wide clearing. The moonlight poured down like a silver river, illuminating a crumbling stone temple at its center. The ancient structure seemed out of place, its grandeur reduced to ruins yet still exuding an aura of power.

"This must be it," Magnus said, breaking the silence. His gaze scanned the temple with a mixture of awe and caution.

Lucian stepped forward, gripping the hilt of his sword. "If the artifact is here, we take it and leave. No distractions."

Selene's voice cut through the tension. "If it's unguarded, I'll be surprised. Things like this are never left alone."

"She's right," Lyra said, standing closer to Lucian than usual. Her proximity didn't go unnoticed, especially by Selene, whose expression tightened for a fraction of a second.

As they entered the temple, the air grew colder. The walls were etched with symbols of a forgotten language, and the faint hum of energy coursed through the stone. In the center of the room stood a pedestal, upon which rested a black crystal pulsating with dark light.

"The Heart of Eternity," Selene whispered, her voice laced with both awe and dread.

Lucian's steps slowed as he approached the artifact. His instincts screamed at him to be wary, but the allure of the power emanating from the crystal was undeniable.

"Don't touch it," Lyra warned, her tone sharp.

Magnus grunted. "I doubt he needs the reminder. The damn thing looks cursed."

Selene stepped forward. "It's not just cursed. It's alive."

Everyone turned to her, confusion etched on their faces.

"What do you mean?" Lucian demanded.

Selene hesitated, her gaze darting to the crystal. "The Heart of Eternity isn't just a source of power. It's sentient. It feeds on emotions, especially negative ones—anger, hatred, jealousy. If you take it, you risk becoming its puppet."

"How do you know that?" Lyra asked, suspicion creeping into her voice.

Selene met Lucian's eyes, and for a moment, it seemed like she was about to confess something. But before she could speak, the ground beneath them began to tremble.

The air filled with an otherworldly howl as shadowy figures emerged from the walls. Their forms were fluid, shifting and writhing like smoke, but their glowing eyes were fixed on the group.

"Guardians," Magnus growled, readying his axe.

Lucian drew his sword, his voice steady despite the chaos. "We fight our way out. Protect the Heart at all costs."

The battle erupted with a ferocity that matched the storm brewing in Lucian's mind. The shadowy guardians were relentless, their attacks unpredictable and deadly. But Lucian, Lyra, Magnus, and Selene fought with a synchronized intensity born of countless battles together.

Lyra moved with deadly grace, her daggers slicing through the shadows as if they were flesh. Magnus's roars echoed through the temple as his axe cleaved through the attackers, each swing sending shockwaves through the air.

Selene fought with an elegance that was almost hypnotic, her movements calculated and precise. But there was something in her demeanor—a hesitation, a flicker of guilt—that Lucian couldn't ignore.

In the chaos, Lucian reached the pedestal. The crystal's dark light seemed to pulse in time with his heartbeat, calling to him.

"Lucian, don't!" Selene's voice rang out, filled with desperation.

He hesitated, his hand hovering over the Heart. Her plea struck something deep within him, but his resolve hardened.

"We need this to end the war," he said, his voice cold. "Nothing else matters."

Before Selene could stop him, Lucian grasped the crystal.

A surge of power exploded through him, filling his veins with fire and ice. His vision blurred, and for a moment, he felt as though he was falling into an endless abyss.

But then the shadows recoiled, their forms disintegrating into nothingness. The tremors ceased, and the temple fell silent once more.

Lucian stood at the pedestal, the Heart clutched in his hand. His breathing was heavy, but his expression was triumphant.

"It's done," he said, turning to the others.

But the looks on their faces weren't of victory. They were of fear.

Selene stepped forward, her voice trembling. "You don't understand what you've done, Lucian. The Heart doesn't give power. It takes."

Her words hung in the air as Lucian felt the first tendrils of doubt creeping into his mind. For the first time in his life, he wasn't sure if he'd made the right choice.