The sun was setting, but the magic inside Lyra was only just beginning to rise.
Lyra's hand trembled as she held the ancient Soulstone in front of her. The stone glowed with an ethereal blue light, its energy pulsing in rhythm with her heartbeat. She had always known she was different. Born under the shadow of Lord Malakar's rule, magic had been forbidden, and her powers had been hidden away—until now.
"You're ready," whispered the voice of her mentor, Master Varek. He had raised her in secret, teaching her the ways of magic and how to hide her true nature. But it wasn't enough. The time had come.
"You know what's at stake," he continued. "Once you unlock the Soulstone's power, there's no turning back."
Lyra nodded, her resolve hardening. The stone's power would be the key to breaking Lord Malakar's reign. But at what cost?
The ground beneath her feet trembled, and a shadow passed over the moon. From the distant hills, a figure approached—Malakar's enforcer, Gorrath the Terrible. He was coming for her.
Without hesitation, Lyra held the Soulstone high, releasing its energy. The stone's power surged through her, coursing through her veins like wildfire. She was no longer just a mere mage. She was a force of nature.
And Gorrath would soon feel her wrath.