The atmosphere in the Temple of Winds was electric, the tension between us and Sidapa so thick it felt like it could snap at any moment. I squared my shoulders, trying to draw strength from Magwayen and Mayari’s calm presence beside me.

"Give up now, Sidapa," Magwayen commanded, her voice steady and authoritative. "The Eye of the Storm will not fall into your hands."

Sidapa’s smile was chilling. "You overestimate your power, Magwayen. And you underestimate mine."

Without warning, he raised his hand, and a blast of dark energy shot toward us. Mayari reacted instantly, creating a barrier of shimmering light that absorbed the impact. The temple walls trembled, ancient dust falling from the ceiling.

"Damian, grab the Eye!" Mayari shouted over the din.

I nodded, heart pounding, and darted toward the pedestal. Sidapa’s eyes followed me, and I felt a surge of dark energy closing in. But Magwayen was there, her own power intercepting his attack, giving me the precious seconds I needed.

With a final leap, I reached the pedestal and grabbed the Eye of the Storm. As soon as my fingers closed around it, a wave of power coursed through me, and the wind in the temple intensified, swirling around us in a fierce vortex.

"Now!" Magwayen shouted. "We need to get out of here!"

I turned to run back to them, the Eye clutched tightly in my hand. But as I did, a vision flashed before my eyes. I saw my mother, tied up in a dark cavern, her face pale and eyes wide with fear. There was something written on the wall behind her, a symbol that looked eerily familiar.

"Damian!" Magwayen’s voice snapped me out of the vision. I stumbled, disoriented, but managed to keep my grip on the Eye. Sidapa was advancing, his expression furious.

"We need to leave, now!" Mayari urged, her barrier flickering under Sidapa’s relentless assault.

With a surge of determination, I bolted toward them. The temple began to shake violently, the ancient stones cracking under the strain of the magical battle. We raced out of the chamber, the howling wind pushing us forward.

We barely made it out before the entrance collapsed behind us, sealing Sidapa inside. The mountain rumbled as if in anger, but gradually, the tremors subsided.

Panting, I looked at the Eye of the Storm in my hand. It was still glowing, the swirling vortex within it mesmerizing. "We did it," I said, breathless.

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Magwayen placed a hand on my shoulder. "You did well, Damian. But this is only the beginning."

Mayari nodded in agreement. "We need to move quickly. Sidapa will not be trapped for long, and he will be even more determined to stop us now."

I took a deep breath, the vision of my mother’s face still fresh in my mind. "I saw her," I said, my voice shaky. "I saw my mother. She’s being held somewhere, a dark cavern with a strange symbol on the wall."

Magwayen and Mayari exchanged a glance. "A symbol?" Magwayen asked, her tone serious. "What did it look like?"

I closed my eyes, trying to recall the details. "It looked like... a twisted, elongated spiral with wings, almost like a dark, perverted version of an angel."

Mayari’s expression darkened. "That’s the mark of Sidapa’s most loyal followers. Your mother’s disappearance is no coincidence, Damian. She’s being used as leverage."

A cold chill ran down my spine. "We have to find her."

"We will," Magwayen assured me. "But first, we need to secure the Eye of the Storm."

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We made our way down the mountain, each step bringing us closer to the next phase of our journey. The forest was quiet, as if holding its breath. We found a small clearing to rest and plan our next move.

"We need to find the next artifact," Magwayen said, her voice calm but firm. "The more we have, the stronger we become."

"Where is it?" I asked, feeling the weight of our mission pressing down on me.

Mayari sighed. "The next artifact is the Flame of Eternity, hidden in the Fire Caves of Ibalon. It’s a dangerous place, guarded by creatures of flame and shadow."

I nodded, bracing myself for the challenge. "Then that’s where we’ll go."

But before we could continue, the unexpected happened. The Eye of the Storm in my hand began to pulse, its light intensifying. Suddenly, it floated out of my grasp, hovering in the air. A portal began to form, swirling with the same energy as the Eye.

"What’s happening?" I asked, panic rising in my chest.

Magwayen and Mayari stared in shock as the portal stabilized, revealing a dark, cavernous interior. The symbol I had seen in my vision was etched into the stone walls.

"This... this is where your mother is being held," Mayari said, her voice filled with awe and apprehension.

"But why would the Eye create a portal?" I asked, trying to make sense of it all.

Magwayen’s eyes narrowed in thought. "The artifacts are connected in ways we don’t fully understand. This could be a trap, or it could be a chance to rescue her."

I took a deep breath, the decision weighing heavily on my shoulders. "We have to take the risk. We have to save her."

Mayari nodded, her eyes filled with resolve. "Then let’s go."

With one final look at each other, we stepped through the portal, into the heart of the enemy’s lair. The air was thick with dark magic, and the sense of danger was palpable. But we were together, and we were determined.

The true test of our strength and unity was about to begin, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only the first of many unexpected twists in our journey.