The moon hung low over the rugged landscape, casting a silvery light across the ancient ruins that lay ahead. Sypha Belnades stood at the edge of a forgotten temple, her blue robe fluttering gently in the evening breeze. The crumbling stones and overgrown vines spoke of centuries of neglect, but Sypha's keen eyes detected something more beneath the surface—a hidden power, long sealed away.

She had received a cryptic message from an old tome, hinting at an artifact of great magical potency buried deep within these ruins. This artifact could potentially aid in their ongoing struggle against Dracula’s forces, and Sypha knew it was crucial to retrieve it before it fell into the wrong hands.

"Stay alert," Sypha murmured to herself as she approached the entrance. Her voice echoed slightly in the still night air. The ancient stone archway loomed above her, its intricate carvings barely visible through the thick layers of grime. She raised her hand, and a soft blue glow emanated from her palm, illuminating the dark path ahead.

As she stepped inside, the temperature dropped noticeably, and the air grew heavy with the scent of damp earth and old magic. The corridor stretched out before her, lined with faded murals depicting battles and ancient rituals. Sypha's steps were careful and deliberate, her senses heightened by the oppressive atmosphere.

Suddenly, a low growl resonated from the shadows. Sypha’s reflexes were swift as she spun around, her eyes locking onto the source of the sound. From the darkness emerged a creature—a grotesque amalgamation of flesh and shadow. Its eyes glowed with malevolent intent, and its form shifted unpredictably.

Sypha's hand moved with practiced ease, her fingers weaving complex patterns in the air. A burst of flame erupted from her palm, striking the creature with precision. It roared in pain, its shadowy form flickering as it recoiled. Sypha took a deep breath, focusing her energy. The air crackled with the sound of magic being harnessed, and a freezing wind swept through the corridor