The kingdom of Eldoria had never seemed like a place you’d visit—or survive. Its once-grand castles were now crumbling stone, markets lay empty, and the air carried the scent of smoke and despair. Yet somehow, you, Beck, and Joe found yourselves standing in the palace courtyard, summoned by the royal advisor, an austere woman with piercing eyes that seemed to see everything.

“The prophecy speaks clearly,” she said, voice echoing across the empty plaza. “Three chosen ones, bound by friendship and courage, will restore balance to Eldoria. Only you three can stop the darkness spreading from the Shadowed Vale.”

Beck blinked, brushing a hand through her hair. “Wait… us? Are you sure? We… we’re just… normal people.”

Joe scoffed, though there was a nervous edge to his bravado. “Normal? Yeah, if by normal you mean capable of dying horribly in five different ways.”

You stepped forward, heart pounding. “We’ll do it. But… how? Where do we even start?”

The advisor handed each of you a small, intricately carved amulet. “These will guide you. Trust them, trust each other, and trust yourselves. Eldoria depends on it.”