The return to Tiberios was tense and quiet. The events in the cave had left everyone shaken, and Dominic could feel the weight of the dark magic pressing on his mind like a storm cloud that refused to dissipate. The journey back to the city took longer than before, their pace slower, as if the forest itself was resisting their passage.

When they finally reached the city gates, Marcus wasted no time in leading the group directly to the central keep. The streets of Tiberios were bustling with activity as usual, but Dominic couldn’t help but notice how the people seemed unaware of the growing threat that lurked just beyond the city’s borders.

Inside the keep, they were quickly ushered into the council chamber where Lord Aelric and the other advisors awaited them. The air in the room was thick with tension as Marcus, Selene, and Dominic recounted their harrowing experience in the cave. As Marcus described the dark presence they had encountered, Lord Aelric’s expression grew increasingly grim.

"This is worse than we feared," Lord Aelric said, his voice heavy with concern. "If there is a force of such ancient power at work in Andaria, it could pose a threat not only to Tiberios but to the entire kingdom."

Master Eamon, who had been silently listening from his seat at the table, finally spoke. "The magic Dominic encountered is old, older than any of our records. It is likely tied to the ancient civilizations that once inhabited these lands—civilizations that were destroyed by their own hubris and misuse of dark magic."

Lord Aelric turned to Eamon, his expression one of grave concern. "Can we stop it? Do we have the means to contain or neutralize this threat?"

Eamon stroked his long silver beard thoughtfully. "We can attempt to contain it, but it will not be easy. We will need to gather the most powerful mages in Andaria, as well as any artifacts or knowledge we can find related to this ancient magic. But even then, we must be prepared for the possibility that this may only be a temporary solution."

"What about Dominic?" Selene asked, her gaze shifting to the young man. "His magic seems to have a unique connection to this dark energy. Could he be the key to stopping it?"

Eamon regarded Dominic with a serious expression. "It is possible. Dominic’s connection to the arcane is unlike anything I have seen before. If we can help him develop his abilities, he may be able to counteract the dark magic. But it will take time, and there are no guarantees."

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Dominic felt a chill run down his spine. The idea that he might be the key to stopping this ancient threat was both exhilarating and terrifying. He had come to Andaria by accident, but now it seemed that his presence here was no mere coincidence.

Lord Aelric nodded slowly, his expression resolute. "Then we have no choice. We must act quickly. Eamon, begin preparations to gather the mages and any resources you need. Marcus, Selene, I want you to work with Dominic to ensure he is ready for whatever lies ahead. We cannot afford to lose this battle."

As the council adjourned, Dominic felt the weight of their mission settle heavily on his shoulders. The darkness they had encountered was only the beginning, and now the fate of Andaria seemed to rest, at least in part, on his shoulders.

After the meeting, Eamon pulled Dominic aside. "You’ve done well so far, Dominic, but there is much more to learn. We will continue your training, but you must understand that the path ahead will not be easy. The magic you possess is powerful, but it is also dangerous. You must learn to control it fully, or it could consume you."

"I understand, Master Eamon," Dominic said, determination hardening in his voice. "I’ll do whatever it takes to help stop this."

Eamon nodded, a faint smile crossing his lips. "Good. Then let us not waste any time."

Over the next few days, Dominic’s training intensified. Master Eamon pushed him harder, teaching him to harness his magic with greater precision and control. They practiced in the tower’s highest chamber, where the arcane energies were strongest, and where Dominic could focus without distraction.

As his abilities grew, Dominic began to understand more about the nature of his power. The warmth he felt was not just a random surge of energy—it was a manifestation of the ancient magic that flowed through Andaria, a connection to the very fabric of the world. But with this power came danger. Eamon warned him repeatedly that the dark magic they faced could corrupt and twist his abilities if he wasn’t careful.

In the evenings, Dominic would meet with Marcus and Selene, who continued to train him in combat and strategy. They ran through scenarios, planning for different contingencies, always preparing for the inevitable confrontation with the dark force in the cave.

Despite the intensity of the training, Dominic found himself growing closer to Marcus and Selene. They had become more than just mentors—they were friends, allies who shared a bond forged in the fires of battle and tempered by the looming threat they faced.

But even as he learned and grew stronger, Dominic couldn’t shake the feeling of impending doom. The dark presence in the cave had awakened something ancient and malevolent, and every day it grew stronger. He could feel it, like a storm gathering on the horizon, ready to unleash its fury on the world.

And Dominic knew that when the time came, he would be standing at the center of that storm, facing the darkness head-on.