The Cromwell Chronicles · Shadow of the Ancients Run 007

In the crumbling stone tower, a group of companions gathered around the ancient rune-covered gate, its binding seals pulsing with a cold, otherworldly light. Jeane, her crimson eyes narrowed in focus, recognized the magic and circled the perimeter, her wings half-spread for balance and intimidation.

Halie knelt carefully near the gate's edge, tracing the patterns with her fingers, while Merrin crouched down, studying the intricate runes etched into the stone. Varrika stood watch, her weathered hands gripping the rough stone, her eyes narrowing as she peered into the gloom.