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He would go, not only for the kingdom, but for

Antonina whose life was tethered to the darkness below.
But he would not go alone.

With him rode eight loyal warriors his shield

brothers and companions from the War of Daylamites.

Among them were Commander Rostam, a master archer
known for striking down enemies in complete darkness,

and Vahan, a blade dancer with a ghost's step. Together,
they descended into the Deep stone Vault, stepping into

a realm long forgotten. The air grew colder with each

step. The flickering torches cast long, trembling
shadows against carved stone walls depicting winged

beasts, celestial battles, and kings with hollow eyes.
Traps lay dormant no longer, awakening with violent

precision.

And then came the dead soldiers who had fallen

centuries ago, now risen by the call of the stone.
Tornike’s company fought with strength, their blades

meeting bone and spectral flame. Some fell. Wounds
ran deep, but they pressed on. They finally reached the

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