The journey to the Hollow Scar was a descent into forgotten lands. Ashen, Lyra, and Selene traversed treacherous terrain, guided by ancient maps and whispers of old legends. The air grew colder, the light dimmer, as they approached the Maw of Echoes—a chasm said to be the birthplace of the Dominion Pact.Faber
Standing at the edge, they gazed into the abyss. The chasm pulsed with a dark energy, remnants of rituals long past.Selene consulted her scrolls, her brow furrowed.
"The shrine lies at the bottom," she said. "But the path is treacherous, guarded by remnants of the old magic."
Ashen nodded. "Then we descend. Together."
Their descent was fraught with challenges—phantoms of the past, illusions meant to deter intruders, and creatures twisted by the Dominion's lingering influence. But their resolve never wavered.
At the chasm's heart, they found the shrine—a monolith of obsidian, etched with runes that shimmered with a malevolent light. As they approached, a figure emerged from the shadows.
"Kael," Ashen whispered, recognition and sorrow in his voice.
Kael's eyes glowed with an unnatural hue. "You've come far, brother. But this is where your journey ends."
The confrontation was inevitable. Ashen stepped forward, determination in his gaze. "I won't let the Dominion consume our world."
Kael smirked. "Then face its wrath."
The shrine pulsed, releasing a wave of energy that shook the cavern. From the shadows, creatures born of darkness emerged, surrounding them.
Ashen, Lyra, and Selene stood back-to-back, ready to face the onslaught. The battle for the world's soul had begun.