The air was thick with the scent of smoke and earth, as the sun dipped behind the horizon, bleeding crimson across the sky. The once peaceful village of Amedzofe now lay scarred homes smoldered, sacred totems shattered, and the cries of the displaced echoed through the valley.
Togbe Tsali returned too late.
His heart ached at the sight of destruction. The darkness he had battled before was no longer a distant threat — it had arrived in full force, twisted and cunning. But this enemy was unlike the restless spirits or shadow beasts he knew. These were men and women, corrupted by greed and dark ambition, wielding forbidden magic that twisted the very fabric of nature.
From the ashes rose whispers of an ancient prophecy one that spoke of the Echoes of the Forgotten, relics lost to time, holding the primordial power of the ancestors. Only by uncovering these relics could the balance be restored. But their locations were hidden deep within treacherous lands, guarded by both natural perils and lingering spirits of the old world.
Tsali's trusted allies, once steadfast, now faced their own doubts. Some urged caution; others whispered of rebellion. The lines between friend and foe blurred as secrets unraveled, and the weight of leadership pressed heavily on his shoulders.
As the winds shifted, carrying with them the distant chant of the ancestors, Tsali understood: this was more than a battle of power. It was a test of faith, of sacrifice, and of legacy.
The journey ahead would demand everything and more.