With Ryn's map now in their possession, the trio set out, their journey taking them through dangerous landscapes. The map led them toward the Forsaken Valley, a desolate place rumored to be haunted by spirits of the dead. Kai's mind buzzed with questions—about the Dragon's Heart, about his power, and about what he was truly becoming.
Ryn, for all his bravado, seemed unnerved as they ventured deeper into the valley. "I hate this place," he muttered, his usual confidence slipping away. "It's wrong. I can feel the spirits here... restless."
"We're not here for ghosts," Lyria reminded him sharply, her eyes scanning the shadows. "Focus."
As they trekked further into the heart of the valley, the air grew heavier, and strange whispers echoed from the shadows. Soon, they arrived at the entrance to an ancient temple carved into the side of a mountain. But the moment they stepped inside, the ground shook violently.
A deep voice boomed from the darkness. "Who dares disturb the resting place of the Dragon's Heart?"
Kai stepped forward, the glowing mark on his palm pulsing with energy. "I am the Dragon Heir. I've come to claim what's mine."
A moment of silence passed before the ghostly figures of ancient protectors rose from the floor. Their forms were translucent, their eyes hollow with centuries of grief.
The battle was brutal. The spirits were relentless, their ethereal blades striking with precision. Just when Kai, Lyria, and Ryn were overwhelmed, the mark on Kai's palm flared brightly, casting a golden light that sent the spirits reeling.
The voice spoke again, this time softer. "You are worthy. But the trials are not over."
A hidden door creaked open, revealing a dark staircase leading deeper into the mountain. The Dragon's Heart awaited below.