The chamber's light from the crystal bathed Prava, Allara, and Rafael in a soft, almost ethereal glow. The murals on the walls seemed to shift, telling stories they had never seen, stories older than memory itself.
"This… it's like the past is alive," Allara whispered, her fingers brushing the carvings.
Prava's gaze locked on a scene: dragons and wolves standing together, flames extinguished, a pact being sworn. But as she looked closer, a shadow crept in—whispers of betrayal, sacrifices hidden, blood spilled in secret.
Rafael stepped forward, voice steady yet tense.
"The pact… it wasn't just words. It was tested, broken, and hidden for centuries. My lineage… we're part of that betrayal."
The crystal pulsed in response, projecting visions into their minds.
The elder dragon once faced a choice: protect his kin or preserve peace with the Wolf tribe.
A secret group of wolves had rebelled, forcing the pact into shadow.
Rafael's ancestors, though unaware, carried responsibility for ancient mistakes.
Prava felt a pang of shock and sorrow. "So much suffering… all because of fear and pride."
Allara turned to the group, her eyes firm. "We cannot change the past. But we can decide what happens next. Our unity—our choices—will shape the future these secrets tried to destroy."
The crystal's light intensified, and a doorway appeared behind it, leading upward, into the tower's heart. The air hummed with expectation and challenge.
"This is it," Rafael said, gripping Prava's hand. "Whatever is waiting inside, we face it together."
Stepping forward, they ascended the spiral staircase of the Hidden Tower, leaving behind the whispers of old betrayals. But the lessons of the past—the hidden sacrifices, the fractured trust, the courage to forgive—remained, guiding their every step toward destiny.