The Fight Beneath Stone

"This isn't good," Vyrelda said, echoing what Cerys was already thinking. The tension in the air felt suffocating, like they'd intruded on a secret workshop. She moved closer to the device, her footsteps cautious, her daggers still drawn. "Looks like someone tried to harness the magic of these ruins for their own ends."

Cerys nodded, stepping around a broken wooden table. Documents and diagrams lay strewn across it, mostly rotted away, but a few pages remained legible enough to read. She leaned in, squinting at an old dialect she recognized from occasional scraps in the royal archives. Some words stood out, scrawled in shaky handwriting: Sovereign Catalyst. Mist Guardian. Suppression Unit.