The storm howled outside, fierce winds battering the old monastery perched precariously on the edge of the cliffs. Inside the dimly lit chamber, a young disciple knelt before an ancient scroll, its fragile parchment etched with symbols that pulsed faintly with an inner light. Master Kael, the last known guardian of the forgotten arts, stood nearby, his piercing gaze fixed on his apprentice.
"The path to true mastery lies not in strength, but in understanding," Kael whispered, his voice barely audible over the storm. "But be warned—secrets, once uncovered, demand a price."
The disciple raised his head, curiosity flickering in his eyes. "What price, Master?"
Kael's gaze darkened. "The truth you seek will test not only your skill but your soul. The world as you know it will change forever."