The Forge of Souls loomed before them, its dark stone towers jutting out of the snow like the bones of an ancient creature. As Lina and Jakob approached, they could feel the weight of its presence, the air around them thick with an unnatural energy. The Emberstone, still warm in Lina’s hands, pulsed in rhythm with the glowing veins that ran through the Forge’s surface.
“We made it,” Jakob said, his voice filled with a mixture of awe and exhaustion. “But now what?”
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