They said the beast had no soul.They said it drank blood by moonlight and whispered death through keyholes.But Eli had seen something else-A flicker in its eyes. A hesitation.Not hunger... not rage...Regret. Beneath the hush where starlight softly swayed, The vault of night in golden blaze arrayed.Through embered veins, the breath of cosmos sighed, While fractured hopes in phoenix-fire replied.From shadow's forge, fate's hammer cracked the core, It shaped the soul where silence sang before.Alone we braved the void's relentless tide, Yet bore a storm no dark could ever hide.Arise, bold hearts, let fear's illusion break, Strike flame from stone and dawn from deep heartache.In echoes torn, let buried truths ignite, For even ruin can resurrect the light.So let a single candle dare the night, Its vow the voice of Cruz, the soul alight. Far below the ground, a great furnace breathed life into flame. From that fire came a sword called Dawnsteel. It can bring hope to a tired world.Three friends-Mara, Cruz, and Eli-must enter the forge and claim the blade. But in the shadows waits a disembodied voice, step into the glowing heat. Watch the anvil's heartbeat.When the first hammer falls, only courage and friendship can keep the light alive.