The Citadel's Lament

The group of guardians, tired and weary from their long journey, finally stood before the ancient and imposing gates of the forgotten citadel. The gates towered above them, covered in layers of dust and grime, as if hiding the secrets of the past within its cold, stone walls. With a collective breath, they pushed open the creaking gates, their hinges protesting from disuse, and entered the somber halls of the citadel.

As they stepped into the dark and empty corridors, a heavy silence hung in the air, barely broken by the soft echo of their footsteps. The weight of their responsibility to thwart the Dracomancer's resurgence seemed to amplify with each step they took. They knew that the fate of the realms rested on their shoulders.