After weeks of peril, they finally stood before the entrance to the lost city. The air shimmered with an otherworldly glow, and the Eternal Prism pulsed faintly in Aryan’s hand.
As they stepped inside, they were awestruck by the beauty before them—golden temples, crystalline rivers, and a sky that seemed to radiate its own light. But their awe was short-lived.

The Sable Syndicate had followed them.

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