TEST2 - LOCAL - v1 - Hero's Journey

The wind clawed at Elara's cloak, threatening to rip her from the precipice. Below, the valley stretched, an emerald tapestry woven with silver threads of rivers. She gripped the hilt of Dawnbreaker, the cold steel a familiar comfort against her trembling hand. He would come. She knew it as surely as she knew the sun would rise. A raven's harsh cry echoed from behind. Elara turned, her gaze hardening. "So, the valiant hero awaits her doom," a voice rasped. Lord Valerius emerged from the shadows of the crags. Tall and gaunt, with eyes like chips of obsidian, he exuded an aura of cold command. His black armor seemed to absorb the very light around him. A cruel smile twisted his lips. "Doom awaits *you*, Valerius," Elara retorted, drawing Dawnbreaker. The blade sang as it left the scabbard, the sound like the promise of retribution. "Brave words," Valerius chuckled, and then with a flick of his wrist, he summoned a wall of dark energy. It pulsed, a grotesque parody of life. Elara knew she had to act fast. This was it.