Northern Frontier.

In the Northern Frontier, amidst the most turbulent and desolate corners of the kingdom, where snow-capped peaks rise like sentinels over narrow valleys and frozen rivers, unfolded one of the most crucial operations in the search for Vancliff. This terrain was notorious for its impassability and harsh climate, making it the perfect refuge for outcasts and criminals.

Darius Crowley, commander of the unit, was fully equipped for survival in the harsh conditions of the Northern Frontier. His armor was specially adapted to withstand the biting cold: heavy layers of leather with fur lining provided both warmth and flexibility. Two short swords hung from his belt, their blades forged from a special frost-resistant alloy, maintaining their properties even in the most extreme temperatures. Adorning Darius's back was a hefty crossbow, its metal bolts treated with a special anti-freezing lubricant.

Upon his head rested a helmet with insulated padding and a protective visor, enabling him to see through blizzards while maintaining a wide field of vision. His hands were sheathed in sturdy leather gloves with fur trim, reinforced at the palms for improved grip on his weapons.

Arturia, the deputy commander, was equally prepared for the mission. Her gear was lighter, allowing for greater mobility: an insulated cloak with a hood shielded her from the wind and snow without hindering her movements. In Arturia's arsenal were two one-handed swords, ideal for swift and precise strikes. She also possessed a set of tools for navigation and reconnaissance, including an advanced compass and magical devices for weather prediction, crucial for navigating the treacherous routes of the Northern Frontier.

The commander, his deputy, and the entire unit were outfitted with all the necessary supplies for survival, including warm sleeping bags, magical communication devices, and emergency medical kits. Special attention was given to footwear: each soldier wore insulated boots with non-slip soles, ensuring excellent traction on frozen surfaces.

Thus, every aspect of their equipment was carefully considered to maximize the effectiveness of each fighter in the face of extreme cold and potential military engagements.

In the early frosty hours of the morning, when the feeble light of dawn barely illuminated the snowy expanse around the camp, the unit under Darius Crowley's command began preparations for the upcoming march through the Northern Frontier. Soldiers, each in their role, bustled about, checking their gear and weapons, their breath forming wisps of vapor in the cold air.

Arturia, the deputy commander, moved among the ranks, instructing and bolstering her subordinates. Her voice was calm and assured, lending strength to the warriors:

- "Check your swords and shields, make sure they haven't frozen or lost their effectiveness," — she said, pausing beside one of the fighters who was sharpening his sword.

- "Arturia, how reliable are our magical devices in such cold?" — inquired a young mage, adjusting intricate arcs on his artifact.

- "We've conducted all necessary tests," — Arturia confidently replied. — "Your spells should work flawlessly, but don't forget about the magical amulets to protect you from unexpected malfunctions."

Captain Darius Crowley approached each group of his unit, issuing instructions and paying special attention to the personal preparation of each soldier:

- "Your lives depend on how well you are prepared. Don't make mistakes due to negligence or laziness," — he said, staring intently into the eyes of each one.

He paused before Arturia as she checked the arrow supplies:

- "How are we doing with ammunition?"

- "Everything's under control, Darius. Arrows are stocked, and magical bolts are charged," — Arturia replied distinctly.

- "Excellent," — nodded Darius. — "Remember, fog can be both our enemy and ally simultaneously. Use it to conceal your approach, but be prepared for sudden attacks."

Passing by a small fire pit, which served for warmth during the morning exercises, Darius and Arturia exchanged quick, resolute glances. They knew that the tasks ahead would demand maximum focus and excellent teamwork from their unit.

- "Everyone in position in ten minutes. We're moving out," — Darius announced loudly, as the final checks were completed.

The warriors, having finished their preparations, lined up neatly, ready to follow their commanders into the unknown of the harsh Northern Frontier.

The Northern Frontier abounded with hidden ravines and rugged slopes, often concealed beneath layers of snow, greatly complicating navigation. Much of the route traversed frozen forests, where trees stood like sentinels, coated in frost. The wind relentlessly battled the soldiers, penetrating through any gap in their clothing, causing their faces to become windburned and reddened by the cold. The Northern Frontier was one of the most inhospitable places in the kingdom. The landscape was scarred by deep ravines and icy rivers, making movement extremely difficult and dangerous.

Darius and Arturia, leading their unit, carefully surveyed the terrain. They passed by snow-covered bushes, occasionally breaking the monotonous sound of the wind with their short but crucial commands:

- "Everyone, keep low to the ground," — instructed Arturia when their path led through open terrain vulnerable to the wind. — "Use any opportunity for cover, be it a rock or a depression in the ground."

As the unit progressed, they encountered stretches where snow had piled up into high drifts, slowing their movement and forcing the fighters to push through swirling snow barriers.

- "Remember, snow can conceal ice beneath it, — warned Darius. — Check every step. I don't want anyone getting injured due to haste."

One of the scouts, a young warrior named Tilin, returned from the front with a report:

- "Commander, ahead is a narrow passage through a ravine. It leads to a more sheltered valley, but the path is treacherous."

- "Show me," — Darius replied shortly, and the whole group followed Tilin. The ravine proved to be snow-covered but passable, with steep rocky walls on either side offering some protection from the wind.

- "Let's use this ravine for passage," — decided Arturia, surveying the place. — "It will reduce the risk of being spotted and give us an advantage in case of ambush."

- "Move cautiously, everyone," — said Darius, addressing the unit. — "I don't want anyone slipping and falling. We don't know what awaits us ahead, but we must be prepared for any conditions."

As the unit advanced, they overcame obstacles using ropes and hooks to ensure safe passage through particularly difficult sections. It was a test not only of their physical endurance but also of their ability to work as a unified mechanism.

Once the unit reached the entrance to the cave, it was evident that the nature of the terrain perfectly lent itself to ambushes or covert activity. The vast, dark entrance to the cave looked like a black abyss amidst the surrounding rocks, both enticing and intimidating.

Assessing the situation, Darius quickly divided his people into two groups. He chose five of the most experienced scouts to explore the cave, while he remained to lead this squad.

- "Remember, we need to make sure there's no threat inside. Use torches and stay in touch via magical amulets. Any sign of danger — and you withdraw immediately," — he instructed his people, giving the final instructions.

Meanwhile, Arturia, with the other half of the team, was to continue the mission, following a predetermined route. Her squad, although numerically smaller, was no less prepared for any encounters. Arturia held a quick briefing with her fighters:

- "Our task is to monitor safety and advance according to plan. We must reach a certain point and establish a base for the night. Be vigilant and watch out for each other."

The exploration of the cave began with cautious steps into the darkness. Darius's unit, armed with torches and weapons, slowly made their way deeper. The cave turned out to be much larger than expected, with numerous openings and crevices that could serve as hiding places or hiding spots. The cave walls were adorned with stalactites, and the air was cold and damp, adding additional challenges to movement.

Meanwhile, Arturia and her squad continued their journey through the hilly terrain. The landscape here was open, with sparse trees and shrubs, making it easier to observe the surroundings but also leaving them vulnerable to observation from afar. They moved swiftly and silently, periodically stopping to scan the area with a spyglass.

- "All clear, let's continue moving," — commanded Arturia, as their scout reported on the situation ahead.

Each group was busy with its tasks, but both were ready to support each other if needed. This divided mission demanded maximum concentration and cooperation from each participant, as the outcome of the entire operation depended on the successful completion of tasks by each squad.

Darius's unit cautiously entered the gloomy cave, and its members switched on their torches, illuminating the wet, rocky walls with their light. The damp, cold air filled the cave, and every step echoed, reverberating off the stone vaults. Gravel crunched beneath their feet, and water droplets occasionally fell from the ceiling, creating a nervous sense of constant movement around them.

Darius led his small group with special attention to detail. He carefully examined every corner and crevice, searching for any traces of habitation or activity in the cave. The experienced eyes of the scouts tracked every potential hiding spot that the enemy could use.

- "Attention, watch your every step," — Darius whispered to his companions. — "And don't forget about possible traps."

The scouts cautiously crossed the first large chamber of the cave, heading towards the narrow passage leading deeper underground. The walls here were smoother, and it seemed that the passage had been carved not only by natural processes but also by human hands. As the group progressed, they discovered signs of recent activity: scraps of fabric, pieces of rope, and even remnants of food, indicating that the cave had been used as a shelter or temporary camp.

- "Look here," — one of the scouts pointed out, indicating a dark corner where small items resembling tools or weapons were scattered. — "It seems they were left in haste."

Meanwhile, Arturia, with the remaining part of the squad, continued her movement along the river, heading towards the village mentioned in the intelligence. Each of her fifteen soldiers was fully focused and ready for battle. They moved silently, using the natural landscape for camouflage. Arturia regularly stopped to scan the surroundings with a spyglass, giving short, clear instructions to her subordinates.

- "Remember, our task is not only to find Vancliff Leivan but also to gather as much information as possible about his actions and plans," — she reminded her squad. — "Every detail could be crucial."

Ahead of them lay additional trials, but every warrior was ready to perform the task at the highest level. Although the paths of the two parts of the squad had now diverged, their goals remained the same: to ensure the safety of the kingdom and bring the culprits to justice.

At the Northern frontier, where the cold wind constantly swept from the snow-covered peaks, Darius and his team continued their journey deeper into the cave. Illuminated only by their torches, the cave walls seemed even more menacing and unwelcoming. The damp air, filled with the scent of moss and stone, made breathing heavy, and every step forward required effort, as the floor was slippery and uneven.

Suddenly, at one of the bends in the cave, the scout leading the way froze. He waved his hand, signaling to halt. Ahead, in the dim light of the torches, was an artificially constructed barrier of stones and wood, blocking the passage.

- "Captain, look," — the scout whispered to Darius, addressing him. — "It seems we've found something important. It could be a defense or a trap."

Darius approached, assessing the situation. He carefully examined the structure and then turned to his people.

- "We'll proceed extremely cautiously. Glef, Lyra, take the shields, the rest of you — be prepared for any surprises," — he commanded.

As they slowly and carefully removed the obstacle, Darius continued to assess every corner, every shadow that could conceal danger.

Meanwhile, Arturia and her team reached the outskirts of the village, which was the last known location where Vancliff could be. The village, shrouded in twilight, seemed strangely quiet. People seemed to have hidden in their homes, and only random sounds of life broke the monotony of silence.

- "Spread out, — Arturia ordered quietly." — Two people in each house. Look for any traces or evidence. And be prepared for resistance.

As her people began to search the village, Arturia remained watching the process, her gaze sliding over the darkened streets. She felt that every moment here could be decisive.

- "Don't rush," — she whispered to herself. — "It's important not to miss a single detail."

Soon, to her surprise, a man rushed out of one of the houses, clearly agitated. He began shouting something in an unfamiliar dialect, waving his hands towards the squad. Several fighters instantly surrounded him, ready for the worst. But instead of attacking, the man quickly switched to a more understandable language.

- "Some man was here! He behaved very strangely! He said we're all part of his grand plan... and then... He went north towards the Mountains, through the forest! And he's leading someone... with him a girl!" — he exclaimed, visibly frightened.

This information instantly made Arturia rethink her next steps. Without wasting time, she commanded the group to move immediately in the specified direction, each step increasing the pace in hopes of catching up with Vancliff before it was too late.

On the open clearing, blanketed with a dense layer of snow at the edge of the northern village, the air was pierced with frost, and every breath left a frozen trail in the twilight. The snow crunched underfoot with the weight of each step, and the distant silhouettes of bare trees stood out like dark spots against the white background. In this harsh winter scene, two figures stood facing each other, forming a contrast of warmth and cold.

Unexpectedly, from the same house, the Girl emerged behind the man. She was dressed unusually for such weather. Her short black hair, cut into a bob, contrasted with her snow-white skin, which seemed almost translucent against the snow. Despite the frost, she wore only light attire, resembling a warrior's magical armor, which made her appearance even more mysterious. It was a strange and risky choice considering the weather conditions, adding an aura of not only magical strength but also recklessness.

Arturia, alert and determined, slowly moved through the creaking snow towards the stranger. She felt like an outsider on this land, where the local inhabitants, predominantly elves, avoided magical conflicts and lived in harmony with the harsh conditions. Arturia's retaliatory gesture, as she was covered in a protective bright blue aura, reflected the icy energy around her, creating a shimmering barrier around her body.

Her opponent, Liz Cronville, clearly unburdened by fear of the cold, emitted a bright orange aura, pulsating around her, melting the nearest snow and creating small puddles of meltwater around her. Her face, illuminated by magical light, was filled with challenge and contempt.

- "And who might you be?" — asked Arturia calmly but with a clear hint of challenge.

- "Well, hello, Arturia Darkmoon. Deputy Commander Darius Crowley. My name is Liz Cronville. Nice to meet you. Oh, and yes, it's very unexpected that such trash as you, a half-breed, has been allowed into the Elf army!" — Liz cut in, her voice sounding mocking and venomous.

Arturia continued to slowly close the distance, not succumbing to provocations. The retaliatory glow of her aura created an icy barrier ready to attack or defend at any moment.

- "Cat got your tongue!? Huh?" — Liz raised her voice, her words echoing across the clearing, causing an echo between the trees.

Without waiting for an answer, Liz suddenly conjured a bright flame in her hands, illuminating her face with the fire of determination and rage.

- "Expect no mercy!" — she growled, lunging forward with a fiery fist aimed at Arturia.

Arturia, calm and focused, intercepted the blow at the last moment, gripping Liz's fist with her cold magical energy.

- "So, the rumors were true... You do indeed possess a deviant form of Water magic, namely ice. But I have a surprise for you. You'll find out right now!" — Liz hissed, and, freeing herself from the grip, enveloped herself in a wall of fire, preparing for a new attack.

As Liz engulfed herself in a wall of flames, the atmosphere in the clearing became almost suffocating from the heat she emitted. The flames licked the edges of her dark armor, sparks flying in all directions, melting the snow around. For a moment, it seemed like the fire would consume everything around, but Arturia remained undisturbed, her blue aura shimmering with cold light, creating a contrast to Liz's radiating heat.

- "You have no idea what I'm capable of," — Liz roared, closing in on Arturia. Her eyes sparkled with fiery passion, while the flames around her became brighter and more intense.

Arturia slowly stepped forward, meeting the fire with icy resolve. Her voice was calm, but each word pierced the air like an icy blade:

- "The games are over, Liz. Show me what you've got, and let's finish this."

Despite her anger, Liz momentarily seemed puzzled by this calmness. She made a sudden lunge forward, the flame magic in her hands intensified, forming a whirlwind of fiery tongues aiming to scorch everything in its path.

Anticipating the attack, Arturia quickly stepped back and, raising her hands, created an icy shield around herself. The clash of magics produced a loud hiss as if nature itself protested against such a clash of elements. Liz's fire and Arturia's ice merged in a dance of destruction and protection, each trying to outsmart the other.

- "Well, Arturia, you're better than I thought," — Liz admitted, stepping back a pace, but her voice still trembled with indignation. — "But let's see how you deal with this!"

With these words, Liz released a massive wave of flames from her hands, aimed directly at Arturia. She aimed to crush her opponent's defense once and for all.

Arturia, maintaining her composure, clenched her fists, intensifying the power of her icy aura. She stepped forward, meeting the fiery wave with her magic, which ignited with a blue light, creating a barrier of ice and frost around her. When the wave of flame crashed into the icy barrier, there was a loud crack, and the air around them filled with steam.

Both mages stepped back, assessing each other and preparing for the next round of combat, where each subsequent move could be decisive.

Feeling the fatigue from facing such a strong opponent, Liz allowed herself a moment to breathe deeper, trying to replenish her strength. Her fiery aura weakened, but the determination in her eyes remained unchanged. The clearing around them was dotted with traces of their magical battle: a series of melted snow and ice created unusual patterns on the ground, and the air was saturated with the smell of ozone from the collision of magical forces.

- "This is not the end, Arturia!" — Liz shouted, gathering another fiery vortex around her, which began to spin threateningly fast.

Arturia, standing still, maintained her cold composure. Her blue aura pulsated as if she were breathing in unison with it. Not only concentration could be read in her gaze, but also an understanding that the next move could be decisive.

- "We can continue this indefinitely, Liz. Each of us has enough strength to maintain this balance," — Arturia said confidently, but with a hint of fatigue in her voice. — "But how will it end? How much energy are you willing to expend to prove your superiority?"

For a moment, Liz froze, doubt flickering in her eyes. She was a warrior, trained to kill, but Arturia's words made her ponder the meaning of their struggle.

- "I must complete my mission," — Liz hissed, her fiery aura flaring up with renewed vigor. — "I cannot return without victory."

Arturia took a step forward, with icy resolve, gazing at her opponent. Frost began to drip from her fingers, and the air around her became so cold that even breath turned into instant clouds of vapor.

- "Then let's finish this," — Arturia said calmly, raising her hands and forming two huge ice daggers from the air, which began to slowly rotate around her, creating a powerful barrier of cold and ice shards.

Sensing the moment when Arturia was about to attack, Liz charged her right hand with a powerful fireball. Clenching her teeth and fists, she launched it straight into the heart of the icy whirlwind, hoping to shatter Arturia's defense and end the battle with one blow.

When the fireball struck the ice daggers, there was a loud crunch and a burst of heat, which momentarily illuminated the entire clearing. However, instead of the expected destruction, the ice daggers only strengthened, absorbing the thermal energy of the fire and turning it into an additional icy mass.

Liz recoiled, seeing that her attack not only failed to hit its mark but also bolstered her opponent's defense. She coughed, feeling the heat inside her dwindling and her strength leaving her. Desperation and fatigue began to take hold, and she realized that the battle might be lost.

Meanwhile, Arturia seized the moment of Liz's uncertainty. With a swift movement, she sent one of her ice daggers straight at Liz, aiming for an unprotected area of her armor. Like an arrow, the dagger struck Liz in the side, piercing through the defense and leaving behind a trail of cold vapor.

Liz screamed in pain, realizing that her end was near. She sank to her knees, trying to support herself with her hands, but her strength quickly waned. The fiery aura dimmed and almost disappeared, leaving her defenseless and devoid of magical support.

- "Please..." — she whispered, lifting her head to Arturia. — "I surrender. End this."

Maintaining her calm and control, Arturia approached Liz. She looked at her with compassion, but also with unwavering determination.

- "You will not die, Liz Cronville. Since you are valuable information, I will send you for interrogation" — Arturia said softly, before casting the "Anti-Magic" spell on Liz, which prevented the use of magic while the seal was active.

Thus ended their confrontation in the clearing, leaving behind only memories of the battle between fire and ice, which was not only a struggle for life but also a lesson in strength and calmness.

At the threshold of the harsh winter of the Northern Frontier, Arturia stood before her squad, wrapped in a thick cloak specially designed to protect against sharp, icy winds. Around her were gathered fifteen fighters, each of whom was tense, ready for further advancement or retreat depending on the command.

- "Listen carefully," — Arturia began, her voice cutting through the cold air. — "We are splitting into two groups. The first group, consisting of eight elves under the command of Liran, will continue the reconnaissance mission further north. You will have to pass through deep snows and glaciers, explore uncharted territories, and find any traces of enemy activity."

The Tyrant, a confident and focused mage, nodded in acknowledgment of the responsibility. His group, comprised of the best trackers and scouts, had already begun checking their gear—ensuring their magical compasses and maps were protected from freezing and ready for use.

- "The second group," continued Arturia, shifting her gaze to the remaining seven elves, including herself, "will return to the cave where we parted ways with Commander Darius. This girl, Liz Cronvile, will become our hostage and potentially a source of valuable information for investigating the Vanklif case. We need to get there as soon as possible and without losses."

This team, consisting of warriors specializing in swift and stealthy maneuvers, was equipped with lightweight fur armor and weapons optimized for combat in cold conditions. Each warrior meticulously inspected their gear, ensuring everything was in perfect order.

- "We must move quickly and cautiously. Watch out for each other and remember, silence is your best ally in these snowy wastelands," concluded Arturia, setting her fighters for the upcoming march.

On the snow-covered trail leading through dense thickets to mist-covered peaks, Liz Cronvile and Arturia Darkmoon continued their arduous journey. The cold air was filled with crystals of icy dust falling from the bare tree branches. The surrounding forest was blanketed with a thick layer of snow, and the frost crackled underfoot.

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- "Tell me, why do you think the world is so unfair to people like you and me?" unexpectedly began Liz, breaking the oppressive silence that had lingered between them since the beginning of the journey.

Arturia, walking beside her, though seemingly focused on the path, didn't miss a single note in Liz's voice. She continued her pace, not allowing herself to be distracted by her companion's attempts to start a conversation.

- "I always considered myself a pure-blooded elf. Until my father told me who my mother was," Liz continued, her voice surprisingly soft and contemplative, contrary to her usual fiery temperament.

Arturia didn't respond; her gaze was fixed on the shimmering horizon, where the sun was slowly descending behind the mountains, painting the snowy peaks in a pale pink hue.

- "So… I understand you're not one for many words. But have you never had any questions about who you are?" Liz asked spiritedly, tilting her head slightly to look into Arturia's face.

- "Liz Cronvile. There's nothing for me to talk to you about," Arturia replied firmly and coldly, maintaining her icy composure even in such a conversation.

Liz was a little disappointed by such a candid refusal to communicate and lowered her head, murmuring to herself:

- "It's unbearably painful..."

With each step, they covered the distance, leaving only traces in the snow that would soon be erased by the wind. The surroundings were lifeless and quiet, except for the sounds of their footsteps and the faint rustle of snow underfoot.

On the brink of the icy morning, as the wind from the Northern Frontier grew even colder, Arturia, along with her seven fighters, approached the familiar cave where she last saw Darius and his team. The spot where they had camped before parting ways was covered with a layer of fresh snow, which they quickly cleared, restoring the camp.

In the center of the camp, they lit a fire, which soon crackled cheerfully, driving away the cold and illuminating their weary faces with soft light. Around the fire, they arranged simple seats made of logs and stones, and each member of the squad sought to recuperate after the grueling march.

Arturia watched Liz closely, who was tethered to one of the heavy stones near the fire. Liz, feeling vulnerable, showed no hostility; instead, she sat with a detached look, observing the bustle around her.

- "Rest," Arturia told her warriors, "but remain vigilant. We don't know when Darius will return, and we need to be prepared for anything. I'm assigning guards for the watch. Letian, Bran, you're up first. You'll switch in two hours."

Letian and Bran, two elves with sharp features, nodded and stood up, moving to the edges of the camp to begin their watch. The rest settled in more comfortably, unpacking supplies and setting up for the night.

Liz looked at Arturia with some curiosity. She was surprised by how calmly and methodically the squad commander managed her people, despite all the hardships awaiting them in these snowy wastelands.

"Do you think he'll come back?" Liz asked, her voice carrying a hint of challenge.

- "He'll come back," Arturia replied firmly, her gaze fixed on the fire. "Darius is too stubborn to disappear without a trace. And we'll wait as long as necessary."

In the darkness of the night, only the crackling of firewood and the rustle of the wind filled the camp, and the tired fighters gradually sank into a well-deserved rest, awaiting the return of their commander.

On the Northern Frontier, where the cold wind constantly whipped down from the snow-covered peaks, Darius and his team ventured deeper into the cave. Lit only by their lanterns, the cave walls seemed even more menacing and unwelcoming. The damp air, heavy with the scent of moss and stone, made breathing difficult, and every step forward required effort as the ground was slippery and uneven.

Suddenly, at one of the cave's bends, the scout leading the way froze. He signaled for everyone to stop. Ahead, in the faint lantern light, there was an artificially constructed barrier of rocks and timber blocking the passage.

- "Captain, look," the scout whispered to Darius. "It seems we've found something important. This might be a defense or a trap."

Darius approached, assessing the situation. He carefully examined the structure and then turned to his team.

- "We need to move with extreme caution. Glef, Lyra, take the shields. The rest of you, prepare for any surprises," he commanded.

As they slowly and cautiously removed the obstacle, Darius continued to scrutinize every corner and shadow that might conceal danger.

Darius's squad entered the ominous cave, their lanterns casting light on the wet, stony walls. The cold, damp air filled the cave, and every step echoed off the stone vaults. Gravel crunched underfoot, and water droplets occasionally fell from the ceiling, creating an unsettling sense of constant movement around them.

Darius led his small group with meticulous attention to detail. He thoroughly examined every nook and cranny, searching for any signs of presence or activity in the cave. The scouts' experienced eyes scanned each potential hiding spot that the enemy could use.

- "Watch every step," Darius whispered to his companions. "And remember the possibility of traps."

The scouts carefully crossed the first large chamber of the cave, heading toward a narrow passage that led deeper underground. The walls here were smoother, suggesting that the passage had been shaped not only by natural processes but also by human hands. As the group advanced, they found signs of recent activity: scraps of cloth, pieces of rope, and even remnants of food, indicating that the cave had been used as a shelter or temporary camp.

- "Look here," one of the scouts pointed out, finding a dimly lit corner where small items, resembling tools or weapons, were scattered. "It seems they were left in a hurry."

As they continued to cautiously explore this part of the cave, Darius kept his hand on the hilt of his sword, ready to act at a moment's notice. Lyra, following behind him, meticulously examined every hidden nook and dark corner. Glef, the least experienced in the group but still attentive and careful, held his lantern high to illuminate their path as much as possible.

Suddenly, a strange rustling sound emerged from the darkness, causing everyone to tense up and halt. Darius slowly raised his hand, signaling for silence and to listen.

- "Quiet," he whispered, his voice barely cutting through the dense cave silence. "Someone or something was here recently. Be prepared for anything."

A tense silence hung in the air as they slowly moved forward. Small stones crunched underfoot, and the cold air grew denser, making it harder to breathe. The cave expanded into a large chamber, its walls covered with strange, eerie petroglyphs depicting ancient magical symbols and battle scenes.

Darius stopped to examine these carvings.

- "This seems significant," he said, tracing the carved lines with his fingers. "These symbols... they might tell us about the culture or beliefs of those who used this cave."

Jean, the group's mage, joined him, peering at the mysterious signs.

- "Maybe these are ritual markings," he suggested, gently touching one of the symbols. "The magic here feels very strong. This place could have been used for magical rituals or as a sanctuary."

Lyra and Glef exchanged worried looks, their faces reflecting concern.

- "What if these places are still in use?" Lyra asked quietly, her voice filled with unease.

- "Then we need to be even more cautious," Darius replied, tearing his gaze away from the petroglyphs. "Let's keep moving, but stay alert. We don't know what lies ahead."

Their footsteps echoed through the cave as they carefully moved forward, bracing themselves for whatever unknown threat lurked in the depths of the earth.

Venturing deeper into the cave, Darius and his team emerged into a narrow passage that unexpectedly led them to a massive stone door. It was an imposing structure, carved directly into the rock and adorned with intricate runes and symbols that emitted a faint glow. These markings, scattered chaotically across the door's surface, represented various threats—a warning to those attempting to enter.

- "Stop," Darius ordered, raising his hand to halt the others. "Don't touch anything until I've examined the door."

Approaching the door, he carefully placed his palm against the cold stone. Closing his eyes, Darius took a deep breath, focusing on the internal flow of his mana. Gathering energy at the center of his being, he began to slowly channel mana particles from his mana core to his hand resting on the door.

As the mana flowed through his veins and gathered in his palm, the stone beneath his hand began to shimmer slightly, responding to his magical energy. In the cave's silence, only his steady breathing and the occasional drip of water from the ceiling could be heard. He felt the magic within the door reacting to his touch, the runes softly pulsing and creating intricate magical patterns that were difficult to decipher.

- "It seems this door is protected by a complex system of magical traps," Darius whispered, opening his eyes and looking around at his companions. "We must be extremely careful. Any careless move could trigger the trap."

Kaira and Jean, the two mages in his group, stepped closer, observing the process.

- "Can we help decipher the runes?" Kaira asked, her eyes glowing with curiosity.

- "Yes, prepare your analysis spells. We'll try to decode the symbols and find a way to open the door safely," Darius replied, already planning the next steps.

The mages set to work, slowly and methodically analyzing each rune, attempting to map out their interactions and functions. The entire group focused their efforts on this task, aware that their ability to unravel the secrets of this door could determine the success of their mission and their lives.

Kaira and Jean, experienced mages in Darius's squad, concentrated on deciphering the magical runes adorning the door. Their faces were illuminated by the flickering light of their lanterns, casting shadows on the rough stone walls of the cave.

Kaira, a young mage with deep knowledge of arcane science, began the process. She took an ancient scroll and glass vials filled with magical essences from her satchel. Pouring a bit of powder onto the flat of her palm, she whispered a quiet incantation and the powder began to glow, emitting a warm blue light.

- "Jean, look," she whispered, pointing to a series of runes. "These symbols seem to be elemental control signs. Maybe if we can activate them in the correct order, the door will open without triggering the traps."

Jean, older and more experienced in combat magic, nodded and took out his magical staff. With it, he began to carefully touch each rune, trying to elicit a reaction. Under his guidance, the magical symbols started to pulse, changing colors from red to blue and back, creating intricate magical patterns on the door's surface.

- "We need to work together," he told Kaira. "Your knowledge of elemental magic and my skills in mana flow control could give us an edge."

They worked in unison, Kaira focusing her mana to stabilize the magical elements, while Jean manipulated the mana flows within the runes. All the while, Darius watched their actions, ready to intervene and protect his team if a trap was triggered.

Every step taken by the mages was deliberate and thoughtful. Kaira and Jean slowly adjusted their positions, exchanging remarks and refining their actions to precisely influence the door's magical mechanism.

- "It's almost working," Kaira said as one of the runes glowed brightly with a green light, indicating their plan was being executed correctly.

Finally, after several minutes of intense effort, a click was heard—the sign that the door's mechanism was beginning to activate. They retreated to a safe distance, preparing for the door to open, revealing new mysteries of the Northern Frontier.

As the door slowly creaked open, Darius took a cautious step forward, scanning the room beyond the threshold. After a brief assessment of the surroundings, he signaled his team to stay back and ventured inside alone.

The moment Darius crossed the threshold, torches on the walls flared to life, casting flickering light throughout the space. Looking around, Darius realized he was in what appeared to be an ancient library. In the center of the room stood a lectern, and upon it lay a large, aged book.

He cautiously approached the lectern, his steps echoing on the polished stone floor. The room was silent except for the soft crackling of the torches. As he got closer, Darius could make out the details of the book's cover—a worn leather binding with faded gold lettering that read "Chronicles of the Antediluvian."

Darius carefully opened the book, the pages rustling under his fingers. The text was written in a meticulous, dense script, each page adorned with elaborate illustrations. He skimmed a few lines, trying to grasp the content, which spoke of ancient magical rituals and legends of a bygone era.

- "Kaira, Jean, come in," he called out to his companions, his eyes still on the text. "Look what we've found."

As they entered, the room grew brighter, revealing more details: ancient maps on the walls, peculiar magical artifacts, and instruments arranged on side tables throughout the library.

- "This seems to be the study of a scholar or mage," Jean speculated, carefully examining the artifacts.

- "Yes, and it looks like someone has been here recently," Kaira added, pointing to fresh dust disturbances and recently moved items.

Darius looked up at his companions, his expression one of serious curiosity.

- "We need to examine every book and item here thoroughly. There might be answers that can help us understand what's happening at the Northern Frontier and the threat posed by these mutants."

As Jean and Kaira approached the lectern, a questioning, somewhat sharp male voice echoed through the room, seeming to come from nowhere and everywhere at once:

- "Who are you, and why have you intruded into my study?"

Jean and Kaira, startled by the unexpected voice, exchanged tense glances. Kaira looked at Darius in confusion, seeking guidance in his eyes.

- "Commander! What was that? Did someone speak to us, or did we imagine it?" she whispered, her eyes wide with uncertainty.

Maintaining his composure, Darius raised a hand, signaling for silence. His gaze was fixed on the lectern, and he slowly circled it, inspecting every corner.

- "Quiet," he said in a low, firm voice. "We are not alone. Let's think before we act."

He gently touched one of the books, turning its pages as if trying to establish a connection with the unseen speaker. Suddenly, footsteps echoed behind him—soft but distinct, each one growing closer.

- "Commander... behind you..." Kaira whispered, her voice trembling with fear.

Without immediately turning, Darius slowly pivoted to face the source of the footsteps. His face remained calm, but his eyes revealed his readiness for any action.

In the flickering torchlight, an elderly figure emerged, dressed in a tattered robe. He leaned on a curved staff, his face obscured by the shadow of his hood. The old man's eyes gleamed with wisdom and weariness, as though he had spent centuries guarding his knowledge from intruders.

- "I apologize for disturbing your peace," Darius began, showing respect and caution. "We are explorers…"

Before he could finish, the old man abruptly raised his head with a swift, decisive movement that belied his age. He stood fully upright, and his hood slipped back slightly, revealing a face illuminated by the torchlight.

The old man's eyes glowed with an unnatural light, reminiscent of the flickering flames seen in the eyes of the Mana Beasts. This revelation caused the group to tense up immediately. Without warning, the old man lunged at Darius with surprising agility and strength.

Caught off guard, Darius instinctively reached for his weapon, ready to defend himself against the unexpected attack. The room, once filled with the quiet hum of discovery, now echoed with the sudden clash of conflict as Darius and his team prepared to confront the mysterious and dangerous guardian of the ancient library.

Two warriors stationed at the entrance reflexively grabbed their weapons and rushed to assist their commander. They pushed through the rows of ancient books and leaped over tables, eager to reach the site of the confrontation as quickly as possible. Their heavy boots thudded against the stone floor, creating echoes in the confined space of the study. The old man, harnessing his unexpected magical abilities, conjured sharp whirlwinds of energy that whistled through the air between him and the approaching warriors. Each of his movements was imbued with power emanating from his old, yet formidable hands.

- "Commander... behind you..." Kaira barely whispered, gripping her magical staff, ready to counter any potential magical attack. Maintaining his composure in this sudden skirmish, Darius quickly assessed the situation and decisively commanded, "Fall back! Guard the flanks and prepare for defense!"

The team responded immediately, forming a defensive circle around the old man, attempting to isolate him and minimize the impact of his attacks. Meanwhile, the eerie glow in the old man's eyes intensified, heralding a new surge of his magical power.

In the dimly lit room, where every sound and movement echoed multiple times, the tension reached its peak. The old man, standing at the center, embodied ancient magical power as he suddenly became more animated. His silver hair strands floated slightly in the air, emanating magical energy. His eyes, already glowing with supernatural light, shone even brighter, filling the room with a blinding radiance.

He slowly raised his hands to the sides, like a conductor preparing to begin a symphony. At that moment, the atmosphere in the room shifted—the air became denser, and it seemed as though the very space trembled in anticipation of his actions. Each movement of his hands was accompanied by the melody of crystalline chimes emanating from magical spears forming in his palms.

With sudden ferocity, the old man released two crystalline spears. They were as clear as the purest ice and sharp as tools forged by nature itself to protect its most hidden secrets. The spears flew through the air, glinting in the torchlight, and struck two warriors with terrifying precision.

Caught off guard, the warriors had no time to react; their faces registered shock just before the crystalline spears pierced them. The force of the impact caused them to stagger back, struggling to maintain their balance, but the blood staining the ground outside the threshold quickly revealed the severity of their injuries.

Kaira and Jean, horrified by the sudden attack, turned to assess the condition of their comrades, their faces filled with dread and helplessness. The old man, seizing the moment when the others were distracted, began preparing his next attack, his eyes glowing even more intensely with anticipation of new victims.

- "Take positions!" Darius shouted, trying to regroup his remaining men. "We must act swiftly and decisively!"

While Jean and Kaira, shaken but still ready to fight, attended to their wounded comrades, Darius steeled himself for the next move, determined to confront this unknown and terrifying magical force.

Standing in the center of the room, the old man slowly extended his trembling hand toward the two fallen warriors. His fingers curled slightly in the air as if grasping an invisible thread. Then he closed his eyes, focusing, and his lips began to murmur an ancient incantation.

The words of the spell were barely audible, yet each carried the weight of millennia, each sound seemed saturated with magical power. The air around the old man vibrated with tension, creating an illusion of flickering as if charged with static electricity.

As the old man concluded his incantation, the crystalline spears embedded in the warriors' bodies began to melt slowly. The process was astonishing: the ice forming the spears turned into tiny water droplets, appearing almost alive. These droplets gradually seeped into the warriors' wounds, vanishing inside their bodies.

The sight was both horrifying and mesmerizing. The warriors' blood, staining the ground, began to mix with the melting crystal droplets, creating strange, colorful patterns on the floor. The warriors' bodies twitched slightly as if experiencing final spasms before their ultimate release from pain.

Jean and Kaira, witnessing this process, felt a mix of fear and awe. Darius, standing nearby, momentarily lost his vigilance, captivated by what was happening. His face reflected deep bewilderment and concern.

- "What kind of magic is this?" Jean asked quietly, his voice trembling with tension.

- "I don't know," Kaira replied, her gaze fixed on the strange ritual. "But it's something ancient and very powerful."

The old man, finishing his spell, slowly opened his eyes and looked at Darius with a measured gaze. His eyes conveyed a threat and a warning, hinting that any careless move could result in more casualties.

- "Now you know what you're dealing with," he said coldly, his voice almost monotonous, yet each word echoed off the stone walls of the cave.

The dark figures of the two warriors began to twitch unnervingly on the cold, stone floor, causing horror among their comrades. Their bodies jerked violently, like puppets animated by invisible strings.

Kaira, her face contorted with fear, widened her eyes as she saw a strange light beginning to emanate from beneath the half-closed eyelids of the warriors, identical to the one shining in the old man's eyes. This light was cold and repulsive, filling her with a deep sense of threat.

- "What's happening to them? They... they aren't dead!" she screamed, her voice quivering with fear.

Jean, standing nearby, turned silently towards the fallen warriors. His face turned pale as he saw them slowly rising from the ground as if an external force was manipulating their bones and muscles. He was struck with both awe and terror as if death itself had retreated before some dark magic.

Darius, assessing the situation, felt a chill of terror run down his spine. He quickly oriented himself and made the only viable decision—retreat.

- "Fall back! Everyone, back to the cave! Quickly!" he shouted, his voice sharp and leaving no room for objections. "Kaira, Jean, run! Use every second!"

Kaira and Jean, grasping their commander's final instructions, reacted instantly. They turned and, without wasting a moment, started running back towards the narrow entrance of the cave from which they had come. Their footsteps echoed loudly through the grim corridors until they vanished from sight.

Behind them, the light emanating from the resurrected warriors grew stronger, becoming increasingly sinister and threatening. Darius cast one last glance at the strange assembly before following his warriors, still trying to comprehend the trap they had stumbled into and the potential consequences of this encounter with the unknown.

As Kaira and Jean dashed for the exit, the atmosphere in the room became tensely silent. Only Darius's footsteps, echoing off the stone walls, broke the silence. Kaira, reaching the door, turned to ensure their commander was following. Jean, his face reflecting concern, also glanced back, expecting to see Darius.

At the moment when Darius, having sprinted through the hall, reached the threshold, the stone doors slammed shut with a resounding thud right in front of him. He stopped, clenching his fists, his breathing deep and steady. He realized he was trapped in the room with the dark force, but there was no turning back.

- "Only one option left—fight," he muttered to himself, acknowledging the inevitability of the impending battle, feeling the adrenaline surge through his veins. He took a heavy breath and with firm resolve in his voice said, "Well, it's just you and me now," Darius declared confidently. "I won't hold back."

The old man, observing Darius, laughed hoarsely and said, "Such confidence may cost you your life, elf. You do not understand whom you're dealing with. We are the Ancients, and you are merely a lost soul in our path."

Darius assumed a combat stance, gripping his sword tightly. His eyes reflected not only determination but also readiness for the ultimate, decisive battle. Taking a deep breath, he began analyzing his opponents, waiting for the right moment to strike.

The mutated warriors moved slowly toward him, their eyes glowing with a cold, lifeless light. Darius knew his opponents were devoid of fear and pain, making them dangerous adversaries. He braced himself for a long and grueling fight, where every step and strike had to be precise and decisive.

At that moment, gathering all his experience and knowledge, he began planning his actions, calculating every move, and preparing for any surprises. The strategy was simple: maintain distance, use mobility, and prevent the enemies from leveraging their numerical advantage.