Amidst the remnants of the apocalyptic battle with the Black Knight, Fredrinn slowly made his way through the piles of rubble that covered the room, walking toward the shimmering blue stone.
The scene around him was a perfect depiction of hell; shattered pieces of armor, molten stone, and the thick, acrid smell of burning hanging in the air.
But Fredrinn's steps were determined.
Each step he took was not just the herald of a victory won, but also the announcement that he was one step closer to his life's greatest purpose: finding his lost brother, Julian.
His heart beat with a complex dance of hope and anxiety.
Finally, he stood before the stone at the top of the stairs, which shimmered like a piece of a collapsed universe.
The stone, in defiance of the destruction around it, glowed with a pure and untainted beauty.
Fredrinn stared at the stone for a moment; the swirling energy within it felt as if it were drawing his very soul inside.
