Echoes of the Obsidian Citadel

The crystalline path stretched out before them, winding through an eerie, ashen wasteland. The horizon was obscured by towering obsidian spires, their jagged forms glinting faintly under the dim, crimson sky. The air was heavy with the scent of sulfur, and the ground crackled faintly beneath their steps, as if whispering warnings of the challenges to come.

Daniel and Mira walked in silence, their bodies still aching from the grueling battle with the titan. Each step felt heavier than the last, but neither was willing to voice the fatigue gnawing at their resolve.

"Do you feel it?" Mira finally broke the silence, her voice hushed.

Daniel nodded, his gaze fixed on the distant spires. "Yeah. There's something… watching us."