The trio pressed forward, their path leading them to the Crimson River—a treacherous, glowing stream guarded by volatile fire spirits. Legends spoke of the Ember Jewel hidden in its depths, a key piece to repairing the Veil. The air grew hotter as they approached, thick with the hum of restless energy.

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Cassia marveled at the river’s beauty, the crimson water shimmering like molten gold under the sun. But beauty often masked danger, and the spirits that rose from the river’s surface were no exception. Shimmering figures of flame circled the group, their crackling voices demanding tribute.

"How do we appease them?" Cassia whispered.

"We don’t," Alaric replied grimly. "We endure."