Dark force

Gwyneth led them to a large, ornate mirror that hung on the wall of the chamber. The glass was etched with intricate symbols, and it seemed to ripple like water in the flickering candlelight.

"This is the Mirror of the Ancients," Gwyneth said. "It shows us the secrets of the past and present, and reveals the threads of fate that bind us together."

Raven's eyes widened as he approached the mirror. He saw visions of ancient battles, great heroes, and powerful magic. Lyra gasped as she saw images of her own family's history, and Arin's eyes narrowed as he recognized the symbol of his own clan.

Eira, however, remained skeptical. "This is just a trick," she said. "Magic can't reveal the future or manipulate fate."

Gwyneth's expression turned stern. "You don't understand," she said. "The Mirror shows us the fabric of reality itself. It reveals the hidden patterns and threads that shape our destiny."

As they gazed deeper into the mirror, they saw Morwen standing before them, his eyes blazing with dark power. He was surrounded by shadowy figures, their faces obscured by hoods.

"The Dark Force," Gwyneth whispered. "It's real, and it's growing stronger every day."

Raven felt a shiver run down his spine as he realized the true extent of Morwen's treachery. He knew they had to act quickly to stop him.

"What do we do now?" Lyra asked, her voice trembling with fear.

Gwyneth's expression turned grim. "We have to gather the ancient artifacts," she said. "The ones that can banish the Dark Force back to its own realm."

Eira's hand tightened on her sword hilt. "And what about Morwen?"

Gwyneth's eyes seemed to bore into Raven's soul. "You'll need to confront him," she said. "But be warned: he won't go down without a fight."