A RUIN OF HISTORY

As Kaelen and his companions dashed deeper into the dense forest, they slowed down when the towering trees gave way to an ancient, crumbling ruin. The ruins were overgrown with thick vines and moss, the stone structures barely visible beneath the greenery. The air around the place felt strangely heavy, charged with an ancient magic that sent shivers down their spines.

Kaelen came to a sudden halt, his eyes narrowing as he felt something odd. His hand instinctively went to his sword, the Blade of Eternity, which was vibrating gently in its sheath. The closer they got to the ruin, the stronger the reaction from his sword became.

Morris, breathing heavily from the run, glanced at Kaelen and raised an eyebrow. "What's going on?"

Kaelen pulled the Blade of Eternity from its sheath. The weapon hummed with energy, glowing faintly with an otherworldly light. "The sword... it's reacting to something in there," Kaelen said, his voice low but filled with curiosity.