Chapter 1: The Echo of Broken Spells
The sky above Eldoria was never blue. It was always a bruised shade of purple, tinged with the faint, glowing ash of a broken world. For Elara, this was just another Tuesday.
She sat on the edge of a crumbling rooftop, dangling her legs over the abyss below. In her hand, she held a small, cracked crystal—the last remnant of her family's legacy. It hummed with a dormant power, a stark contrast to the silence that had engulfed her life since the Great Mage War.
"Just one spark," she whispered, her voice barely audible against the howling wind. "That's all I need."
The inhabitants of the Lower City feared the crystal. They said it was cursed, a beacon for the void monsters that lurked in the shadows. But Elara knew better. It wasn't a curse; it was a map. And it was finally starting to glow brighter.
Suddenly, the air grew heavy. The shadows around her seemed to stretch and twist, taking form. She wasn't alone anymore. Someone—or something—had been tracking her. Elara stood up, closing her hand tightly around the crystal, ready for whatever was coming.