You walked through the dark corridors of an ancient temple, lit only by the flames of Geoff's torch, its guardian. He followed their steps cautiously, making a mental map of the mysterious labyrinth they were exploring. Finally, they stopped in a dead-end chamber, where misaligned symbols decorated the walls.

The whispers of the wind echoed off the stone walls as you focused your powers to decipher the ominous words of the prophecy. You knew that the world was about to be consumed by unimaginable darkness, that evil was so great that perhaps a mage as legendary as you would not be able to stop it.

The prophecy of the empty sun, an eternal age of darkness that would bring demons from every corner of hell. Rumor has it that cracks have begun to open across the lands of Orichayn, already affecting some cities with the impending plague. The era that promised blood, destruction and cruelty will rise from the ashes, bringing with it incurable diseases and entities of great power never seen before.

The last 'gift' your mother gave you before she passed away was Geoff. His job has always been to protect you, even if he ends up dying in the process.

"We need to get out of here before it gets dark, my lady." Geoff said, her gaze slowly dropping down to meet your after his words echoed through the empty room. An icy wind caused the torch's flame to waver before extinguishing itself. Geoff took a few steps towards you. You could feel his presence in front of you, emanating a threatening energy.