The raptors' tracks led to a rune-etched ruin, its crumbling stone walls pulsed with volatile psychic energy while their violet runes kept illuminating a hidden cache of shadow runes and their dark shimmering energy radiated with dangerous power, a coveted prize guarded by rogue tamers and their ferocious beasts.
Lyra entered with utmost caution, her gauntlet flared brightly while Salaris's talons clicked sharply on the cold stone, her golden eyes was scanning the suffocating darkness with predatory focus.
The ruin was a labyrinth of shattered columns and psychic altars, their runes pulsed with malevolent intent, while their surfaces were littered with shadow-tainted bones and looted artifacts, stark signs of Vark's Crew were dune rune shards, broken crates, a shattered tamer's pendant kept pointing to their insidious involvement, their greed was inextricably tied to a Veil-linked cult manipulating Duskfall's sacred runes.
