❝ our story has only just progressed ❞
three years passing by.
bloody war fought and won.
lives lost and chapters flipping.
desperation for new hope.
dreamers become chosen.
cracks within the world deepen and grow.
a world that begins to fall apart...
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The tomb raid wasn't smooth even as Darian led them. encountering traps and a variety of trials that threatened their lives. It's a miracle when they finally make it to the Artifact room.
They're greeted by a particular woman sitting on the steps to the Artifact. She has tribal markings on her skin and her stare his dead locked on.
"Jathania how kind of you to meet us!" darian crosses his arms as he looks at the woman. She scoffs before standing up and taking a look over the group.
"I'm just here to make sure you don't die by the hands of your allies again." so it seems she cares for this fool here. he seems to sigh and roll his eyes as he stares at her.
"Don't worry, this group wouldn't dream of it." he says it with so much confidence. He doesn't sound unsure, he sounds like he knows these people wouldn't betray him.
they're at a standstill, unable to move forward to get the Artifact. to them it seems like Jathania wouldn't hesitate to kill them.
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