🕯️The Guardian of the Sanctuary Flame

🏛️ The Dream Among Ruins Among forgotten ruins, Fairans rested beside his sword. Silence reigned, broken only by the wind whispering through fallen arches. In his dream, a dark figure appeared, carrying an old cage. Inside, a small candle —the Flame of the Sanctuary— flickered weakly. A single breath… and the light vanished into darkness.

🔥 The Awakening He woke abruptly, heart pounding. The air felt heavy, the ruins silent. Then he realized —it wasn’t a dream. The Flame was gone. And without it, the ancient spirits beneath the stones would awaken.

⚔️ The Echo of Shadows He took his sword and moved through the debris. Shapes of dust and shadow emerged from the cracks. Each strike released turquoise sparks, as if his courage itself lit fragments of light. He followed the memory of the flame that must burn again.

🌕 The Reflection of the Moon He found it at last —the pale being holding the cage. Fairans raised his sword, and moonlight poured through the shattered roof. The silver glow struck the blade… and a spark leapt toward the cage, reigniting the Flame of the Sanctuary.

🌅 The Rebirth of the Sanctuary The being faded into dust. Light filled the cracks; the sanctuary breathed once more. Fairans knew the shadows would return someday… but as long as someone guards the light, the Sanctuary Flame endures.

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