Beyond the canyon, the land rose into jagged peaks where black stone towers pierced the clouds. Hidden in a crevice, they found an ancient crypt sealed by a massive door of dark iron. Symbols of ice, flame, and storm adorned its surface, partially covered in frost.
The door shuddered as Caelum approached. Ice spread from their fingertips into the metal, runes flaring with pale light. The door groaned open.
Inside, three massive statues loomed — robed figures with hoods hiding faces carved from crystal. One shimmered with frost, one with flickering embers, and one with spiraling currents of wind. Between them stood a fourth pedestal, empty but radiating a faint aura of power.
Selka's voice trembled. "The Guardians of Sorrow, Rage, and Joy… and the fourth — the Watcher. But something took it long ago."
Runes along the walls told a fragmented story: three worlds separated by the Guardians, bound by the Shrine. And in the cracks of the script, a warning — that one of their own would someday seek to reunite what was sundered, regardless of the cost.