Chapter 4: The Confrontation at the Twilight Citadel
Emerging from the labyrinth of echoing shadows, Isabella and her steadfast companions found themselves at the foot of the Twilight Citadel. The crumbling fortress rose like a ghostly specter against a fading sun, its once-majestic arches now broken and forlorn, and its ivy-clad walls bearing the scars of time and neglect. Yet, even amid decay and desolation, there lurked a latent pulse of ancient magic that whispered of forgotten power and promised of renewal.
The trio paused at the massive iron portcullis, whose rusted bars bowed under the weight of age. The cool evening breeze carried a hint of melancholy as it rustled through the barren courtyards and echoed across empty, long-abandoned halls. Isabella’s heart pounded in her chest as she exchanged determined glances with Liora and Nox. There was little time for hesitation; beyond these walls lay the true adversary.
“In the heart of this citadel,” Nox murmured in a low, measured tone, “dwells the guardian of ancient sorrow—the Dusk Wraith. Its power festers within these deserted corridors, poisoning every spark of hope that dares to flicker here.