In the shroud of night, within the ancient ruins of Xofrohara, a palpable energy began to stir. A pair of eyes, once dull and lifeless, ignited with a fierce amber glow, piercing through the darkness like beacons of determination. With a sudden burst of strength, sinewy fingers tightly gripped a fragment of marble, casting it aside as the figure clawed its way out from beneath the rubble. Emerging into the moonlit night, atop the remnants of a grand temple, stood Tivruic Sastrith, a being of formidable presence.

The moon's ethereal light cast a luminous sheen upon his dark gray skin, accentuating the angular contours of his features. A sly smirk played upon his lips as he stretched his long-dormant limbs, relishing the sensation of movement after centuries of immobility.

Lost in a haze of forgotten time, Tivruic surveyed the overgrown ruins of the once-majestic city of Efna Asari, where traces of a forgotten battle lingered like whispers in the wind. The eerie sounds of hissing, growling, and snarling emanated from the surrounding woods, signaling the presence of untamed creatures lurking in the shadows. With a calculated breath, he murmured an incantation, weaving magic into the very fabric of the forest.

As the woods illuminated with an otherworldly glow, revealing the sinister forms of the creatures he had summoned, Tivruic's eyes gleamed with dark anticipation. Drawing the beasts closer with a flick of his hand, he addressed them with an air of authority.

"You are my companions, my seekers of knowledge," he spoke, his voice carrying a commanding resonance. "Venture forth, explore the world that has evolved in my absence, and bring me tidings of its current state. In three days' time, return to me with news of the Queen's reign and the viability of my long-awaited vengeance."

The creatures, obedient to his will, nodded in unison before silently vanishing into the night, leaving behind only the echoes of their departure. Tivruic's laughter rang out, a chilling blend of triumph and malice, as he reveled in the power he once more held over the realm.

"This realm shall bow to me once more," he declared to the night sky, his eyes ablaze with a ruthless determination. "And this time, I shall emerge victorious."

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Ara awoke with a start, her heart pounding in her chest as the echoes of her own screams lingered in the air. The vision that had plagued her sleep felt all too real—a haunting nightmare of the lifeless body they had discovered in the ancient temple. In her dream, the figure had stirred to life, commanding dark creatures to carry out his bidding. Shuddering, she stole a glance at the other bed, where Kolvar slept undisturbed, his features serene in the dim light of dawn.

Rubbing her arms to dispel the lingering chill of her nightmare, Ara struggled to calm her racing thoughts and return to the realm of sleep. Meanwhile, Kolvar, too, was ensnared in the same unsettling dream, trapped in a loop of the figure's resurrection from the ruins of Xofrohara. His restless movements betrayed his subconscious struggle, a silent plea for release from the nightmarish visions.

Ara's gaze flickered back to Kolvar, a yearning stirring within her to bridge the gap between them, to unravel the enigmatic connection that seemed to bind their fates together. The memory of their initial playful interactions at the inn resurfaced, reminding her of the unspoken bond that had formed between them—an invisible thread that drew them closer with each shared moment.

Driven by an inexplicable impulse, Ara rose from her bed, her weary form clad in the same attire from the previous day, devoid of care for her appearance. Exhaustion weighed heavily upon them both, casting a shadow over their once-vibrant spirits. As she approached Kolvar's bedside, a sense of urgency gripped her, compelling her to reach out and touch him.

The moment her hand made contact with Kolvar's shoulder, a surge of energy pulsed through her, propelling her consciousness into a realm beyond the physical. Within the depths of Kolvar's mind, Ara found herself immersed in the same harrowing dream that had tormented them both. Together, they bore witness to the spectral figure's rise, a scene of dread unfolding before their eyes.

Desperate to break free from the nightmarish hold, Ara grasped Kolvar's hand, attempting to anchor him back to reality. Yet, her efforts seemed futile as he remained suspended in his own mental prison. With a fierce determination, she conjured an imaginary bow, drawing an ethereal arrow and taking aim at the mysterious elf-like figure that haunted their dreams.

As the arrow of her will struck true, the illusory world shattered, dissipating like mist in the morning sun. Ara and Kolvar found themselves once more in the realm of wakefulness, their intertwined destinies now bound by a shared experience that transcended the boundaries of mere dreams.

Thrown back by an unseen force, Ara collided with her bed with a muted thud, a soft groan escaping her lips as she struggled to regain her bearings. Her gaze lifted to find Kolvar, his chest heaving with exertion, his typically azure skin now pallid with shock.

"What in the name of the Ancients was that?" Kolvar's voice trembled with a mixture of confusion and apprehension as his fingers raked through his disheveled hair. His hazel eyes darted towards Ara, a silent question lingering in their depths as he noticed her prone form upon the floor.

"I... I cannot say for certain," Ara replied, pushing herself upright despite the twinge of pain that shot through her side, a testament to the force that had flung her across the room. "But your dreams... they mirrored mine in a way I cannot explain."

Kolvar's expression contorted with a blend of disbelief and unease at her revelation. "How did you see into my dreams?" His voice wavered with a tinge of fear, his thoughts racing with wild conjectures about Ara's mysterious abilities. "Are you a sorceress? Do you possess the power to invade my mind?"

Catching the flicker of genuine fear in Kolvar's gaze, Ara hastened to clarify, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment at the breach of elven propriety she had committed. In elven society, such intimate contact without consent was considered taboo, a breach of trust and respect that carried weighty consequences.

"No, I did not mean to intrude," Ara stammered, her words tumbling forth in a rush as she grappled with the implications of her actions. "I... I touched you." The admission hung between them, laden with unspoken implications and the weight of their shared vulnerability.

Kolvar blinked in slow comprehension, his features a mask of confusion rather than offense. "You touched me?" His voice held a note of curiosity, devoid of the expected outrage or indignation.

Ara nodded, her gaze unwavering as she met his bewildered stare. "Yes, I thought... I hoped that by reaching out to you, I could rouse you from the grip of your nightmares," she explained, her voice tinged with a mix of regret and determination. "But please, do not mistake my actions for anything more than friendship. I hold you in the highest esteem, Kolvar, nothing more."

A flicker of amusement danced in Kolvar's eyes, his laughter ringing out in the quiet chamber. "Oh, Ara, my dear friend," he chuckled, the tension of the moment dissipating like mist in the morning sun. "You seem so shy, even though you act all cool and collected," Kolvar remarked, his keen eyes studying Ara with a mix of curiosity and concern. The enigmatic bond that tethered them together grew more perplexing by the day. "To think that now you can peer into my dreams and thoughts with a mere touch. These burn marks, like arcane sigils etched on our very skins, a reflection of our intertwined destinies. How do we make sense of it all, when even the sages Gunja and Ibium are left bewildered? What threads of fate bind us, when even the Gods themselves remain silent?"

Ara pondered the same questions that weighed heavy on her companion's mind. The uncanny connection that whispered secrets between their souls, allowing them to taste each other's emotions, was a mystery wrapped in enigma.

"I fear that dwelling on this mystery will only stall us from our true purpose," Ara spoke softly, her voice tinged with a sense of urgency. "For now, let us tend to our bodies, nourish ourselves, and then seek a way back to Amho Alora, for my map has vanished without a trace."

With a graceful gesture, Ara retrieved a towel from a weathered wooden rack near the bathing chamber. Kolvar nodded in agreement, observing her graceful retreat behind the door as wisps of steam danced around her silhouette. The allure of a soothing bath beckoned, washing away the remnants of their tumultuous flight from Xofrohara that left them battered and bloodied.

As Ara vanished behind the door, Kolvar turned towards the window overlooking the tranquil village below. The absence of cries or wails in the night air signaled a rare moment of respite for the peaceful hamlet, untouched by the specter of death or peril. A sigh of relief escaped his lips, yet a shadow of unease lingered in his thoughts, haunted by the memory of the elven corpse that defied the natural order by returning from the realm of the dead.

The soft hum of the gemstone nestled in Kolvar's palm served as a constant reminder of its mysterious power. With a solemn air, he withdrew the gem, his gaze shifting to the troubled countenances of Gunja and Ibium. Their expressions were etched with anguish, hinting at grave tidings that weighed heavily upon their hearts. Steeling himself, Kolvar mustered the courage to inquire about the source of their distress.

"Kolvar, what you saw in your vision was no mere dream," Gunja began, her voice tinged with urgency. "Tivruic Sastrith, the once-slumbering revenant, has stirred from his deathly repose. His spectral yearning leads him in search of Queen Tsarra. You and Ara must make haste to Thaenathaes with all speed."

Kolvar's brow furrowed in consternation. Barely a day had passed since their harrowing ordeal at the temple with Efna Asari, and now they were being summoned to another elven city to seek an audience with a reclusive monarch. Queen Tsarra, who had secluded herself within the impenetrable walls of her palace for a century, held the fate of Seatorion in her hands. Why would she entertain two elves who bore news that could tip the delicate balance of their realm?

"Is there no alternative course of action we can pursue?" Kolvar interjected, his voice tinged with skepticism. "Given Queen Tsarra's advanced age, will she possess the strength to aid us in this dire time?" Gunja and Ibium shared a knowing glance before responding in unison.

"The Army of the Devout," they declared in solemn unison.

"The Army of the Devout? But were they not vanquished during the ancient upheavals?" Kolvar's voice held a note of incredulity.

"Not entirely," Ibium explained, his tone grave. "Only a handful endured the cataclysm, safeguarding the realm by erecting the bastion of Amho Alora and instituting safeguards to preserve its sanctity. Their secrets are jealously guarded by the Table of Devout, a select few entrusted with the knowledge that even Ara, a resident of Amho Alora, remains ignorant of. It has been centuries since a new member was inducted into their ranks."

A heavy silence descended upon Kolvar as the weight of their words settled upon him. It appeared that their path inevitably led to Amho Alora, the fortress shrouded in secrecy and suspicion. Kolvar contemplated the risks involved, knowing that Ara would have to stake everything she held dear to stand beside him in this perilous endeavor.

The sound of damp footfalls reverberated through the chamber, prompting Kolvar to pivot on his heel. Ara stood before him, resplendent in a new ensemble of green and pink leather, her sleek bow slung across her back. Her obsidian locks, darkened by the recent bath, cascaded down her shoulders, framing her ethereal features. Her porcelain complexion radiated a luminous sheen, accentuating her warrior grace—a sight that left Kolvar momentarily breathless.

"Is something troubling you?" Ara inquired, tossing the damp towel onto her bed before casting a discerning gaze over Kolvar's form. Despite the silent urgings from Gunja and Ibium echoing in his mind, Kolvar discreetly stowed the gemstone away in his pocket.

Clearing his throat, Kolvar composed himself and replied, "Not at all. I was merely seeking counsel from our companions." He gestured discreetly to the concealed gemstone. "Pray, enlighten me about Amho Alora. I am eager to behold its splendor." A flicker of unease danced in Kolvar's eyes as he offered a tentative smile.

"Why this sudden curiosity about my homeland? You shall witness it firsthand soon enough. After we break our fast, we shall depart for Amho Alora. I shall inform my sister of our impending arrival; she will assist in concealing you, especially with my mother's watchful eye," Ara explained, her tone tinged with a hint of disdain at the mention of her mother. The thought of her mother's disapproval weighed heavily on Ara's mind, knowing the consequences of her association with a bard.

"You have a sister?" Kolvar's curiosity piqued.

"Yes, Saida," Ara revealed, a note of pride creeping into her voice. "She possesses a keen sense of perception; any attempt to conceal you from her would be futile. She is trained in the art of espionage." Ara found solace in sharing details about her seldom-discussed family with Kolvar, breaking her usual silence that often enveloped her in solitude amidst the wilderness. "Let us partake in our morning meal before we resume our journey."

"Ara... I feel compelled to share something with you, even though we are but acquaintances," Kolvar began, his voice tinged with sincerity as he met Ara's gaze. The weight of withholding information from her gnawed at his conscience, and he resolved to be honest from the outset of their burgeoning friendship.

"Oh?" Ara's eyes held a glimmer of curiosity and trust as she awaited Kolvar's revelation.

"It appears that Gunja and Ibium spoke of the Table of Devout in connection to Amho Alora," Kolvar confessed, a pang of guilt tainting his words as he rubbed the back of his head. "They hinted that the profound knowledge we seek about Queen Tsarra, the Great Death, and Tivruic may reside within their enigmatic council."

Ara's brow furrowed in contemplation. "The Table of Devout? Gaining access to their inner circle is a feat beyond reach for most. Despite my rigorous training, the prospect of partaking in the Rite ceremony lies months ahead. Even if expedited, there is no guarantee of securing an audience with them," Ara lamented, her impatience palpable as hunger gnawed at her stomach.

Before Ara could voice further concerns, Kolvar interjected, "Let us break our fast first, and then we can deliberate on our next course of action." Ara attempted a smile, which Kolvar found unsettling, prompting a slight wince before he coughed to mask his unease.

The duo exited the chamber in tandem, with Ara leading the way and Kolvar trailing behind. They partook in their morning meal in silence, savoring the tranquility of the dawn, accompanied by the melodic symphony of chirping birds. The simple yet delectable fare before them offered a fleeting moment of respite amid the impending challenges that awaited them.

Once their breakfast concluded and their spirits lifted, they hoisted their packs onto their shoulders, exchanged farewells with the innkeeper, and set off towards Amho Alora with a shared determination to unravel the enigmatic secrets of the past that loomed before them.