The Path of Dying Stars

Evelyn and Soren wasted no time. The cryptic warning still echoed in their minds, but they refused to turn back. If anything, it strengthened their resolve. The hidden city lay ahead, buried beneath the black sun, and they would find it—no matter the cost.

The journey began at dusk. They rode under the vast expanse of the heavens, where the stars seemed to dim as if guiding them toward an unknown fate. The words of the shadow haunted Evelyn, but she buried her doubts deep. She had come too far to waver now.

Soren, ever watchful, kept his hand close to his blade. "We should reach the ruins by midday tomorrow," he said. "If the stars truly mark the path, then we're heading in the right direction."

Evelyn glanced at him. "And if this is all just another trick?"

He smirked. "Then we handle it the way we always do. Together."

She nodded, grateful for his unwavering support. The night stretched on, their horses moving steadily over the uneven terrain. The land grew barren, devoid of life, as if the very earth rejected their presence.

By dawn, they reached the outskirts of a desolate canyon. Jagged rocks jutted from the ground like skeletal remains, and an eerie silence filled the air. It felt… unnatural.

Evelyn dismounted and ran her fingers over a weathered stone. Strange symbols had been carved into it, barely visible under centuries of erosion. "This must be it."

Soren crouched beside her. "We should be cautious. If the shadow was right, whatever is buried here isn't meant to be disturbed."

A sudden gust of wind howled through the canyon, carrying whispers that made Evelyn's skin crawl. It was as if the ruins themselves were speaking.

She turned to Soren, her voice steady. "We go in. No turning back."

With that, they stepped forward, into the heart of the forgotten ruins—where fate itself awaited them.