The trio arrived at a remote village deep in the jungle, its huts built high in the trees. The villagers, wary at first, welcomed them after recognizing the symbol on Liora's map. It matched an ancient artifact the villagers revered.
"This place feels safe," Elias said, examining the intricate carvings on the huts. "At least for now."
Liora sat with the village elder, an elderly woman named Amari, who spoke in a voice filled with wisdom.
"The shard you carry is a key," Amari said. "It is one of five. Together, they unlock great power, but also great destruction."
"We know," Liora said, her gaze firm. "That's why we have to stop Raven."
Amari's expression darkened. "Raven is not just a man. He is the hand of the storm. Wherever he walks, chaos follows."
Before Liora could ask more, a commotion outside drew their attention. A villager ran into the hut, shouting in their native tongue.
"They're here," Amari translated grimly.
The village erupted into chaos as Raven's forces descended. Fires broke out, and the air filled with the clash of metal and the cries of the villagers.
Darian led the charge, fighting off Raven's soldiers with brutal efficiency. Elias worked frantically to create a makeshift defense, rigging traps with whatever he could find.
Liora found herself face-to-face with a figure in black armor, his helmet concealing his features. His movements were calculated, his strikes precise.
"You've come far," the figure said, his voice cold. "But not far enough."
Liora parried his blow with a dagger, her mind racing. This had to be Raven.
As the fight raged on, the villagers managed to push back the invaders. The armored figure retreated, leaving Liora shaken but alive.
"That was him, wasn't it?" Elias asked as they regrouped.
"Yes," Liora said, gripping the shard tightly. "And he won't stop until he has this."
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