The journey to the capital was long and dangerous. As they traveled through rugged terrain, word of the strange occurrences in the forest spread to the kingdom of Velrath. King Darius, a ruler obsessed with power, had already heard the whispers.
In his dark chambers, Darius summoned his most trusted ally—the dark sorcerer Malvek.
"The Dragon Heir has awakened," Malvek confirmed, his voice hollow as he peered into a crystal orb. "His power is unlike anything we've seen."
Darius's lips curled into a cruel smile. "We cannot allow him to rise," he said coldly. "Send the Shadow Hunters."
Meanwhile, Kai and Lyria made their way through the dense forest, their pace quickening as they neared the capital. Lyria's warnings weighed heavily on Kai's mind. "The world isn't ready for you. Many will want to use you; others will want you dead."
As night fell and they set up camp, Kai couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched. His eyes darted to the trees, his senses on high alert. And then he saw it—the faint shimmer of movement in the shadows.
"Stay alert," Lyria murmured.
Suddenly, figures emerged from the darkness, masked and cloaked in shadows, their red blades gleaming ominously in the firelight.
The Shadow Hunters had arrived.