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Early the next morning, as the first rays of sunlight pierced through the thick clouds and sprinkled onto the high towers of the ancient castle, Avira, Loren, and Aidan were ready to continue their adventure. Inside the castle, their footsteps echoed through the dim corridors, and the air was filled with a sense of ancient dampness.
Avira led the way, her eyes alertly scanning every corner and every possible secret hidden behind each door. Her fair fingers lightly traced the reliefs on the walls, as if trying to interpret the history of the castle.
Loren and Aidan followed behind her. Loren had a deep gaze, as if pondering, while Aidan was full of curiosity, constantly looking around, showing strong interest in every strange decoration.
Suddenly, a faint sound came from the front, as if some hidden mechanism had been triggered. Avira immediately reacted, pulling Loren and Aidan to quickly evade. At that moment, the floor suddenly collapsed, forming a huge trap.
Avira lost her balance and uncontrollably fell downward. Loren reached out to grab her, but it was too late. Aidan exclaimed in worry, his eyes filled with concern.
At the critical moment, a dazzling light appeared, and a figure swiftly swooped in like the wind, grabbing Avira's hand. As the light dissipated, a handsome man with silver long hair was revealed. His movements were graceful and swift, using a seemingly gentle yet firm strength to pull Avira back to safety.
"Thank you," Avira gasped, looking at her savior with gratitude. His eyes were deep and mysterious, as if hiding endless stories.
"No need to thank me, it's my duty," the man's voice was deep and magnetic. His eyes briefly met Avira's before turning to Loren and Aidan. "I am Long-haired Prince Ilya, the guardian of this castle."
Loren and Aidan stared in astonishment at Iliad, whose silver long hair cascaded down to his ankles, with each strand shimmering in the moonlight, giving an impression of both distance and untouchability. Avira's eyes sparkled with curiosity as she began to try to decipher this mysterious figure who called himself the long-haired prince.
In Avira's eyes, there was a sense of inquiry: "Long-haired prince? Does that refer to the long-haired princess with the long hair?"
Iliad He shook his head slightly, and in his deep eyes seemed to hide endless secrets. "No, I am a prince, not a princess," his voice was calm and deep, and each word seemed to contain a mysterious unknown.
Avira She gently stroked her long hair, as black as ink, and a wordless smile appeared at the corner of her mouth: "This world is truly full of irony." Her voice carried a hint of playfulness, yet also revealed her powerless complaint about this chaotic world.
Iliad turned his gaze to Avira, a hint of assessment and contemplation flashing in his eyes. His sparse words, much like his mysterious demeanor, seemed to carry profound meanings in every sentence. The air of reserve and silence emanating from him inevitably sparked a strong curiosity about his story.
"We need your help, Iliad. This castle holds many secrets, and we are seeking answers," Avira stated firmly, her eyes conveying a powerful invitation.
Iliad After a moment of silence, he nodded slowly and said, "I will lead you, but the road ahead is full of danger. You must be prepared."
The appearance of Iliad left a deep impression on Avira, and she couldn't help but feel curious about this mysterious long-haired prince.
With the addition of Iliad, the four-person exploration team continued to advance through the castle. Iliad led them through a series of dark and winding corridors, where every corner could potentially hide unknown dangers.
Avira often found her gaze lingering on Iliad. The mysterious and aloof demeanor of this long-haired prince intrigued her in a strange way. She occasionally cast curious glances, attempting to understand this enigmatic prince more deeply.
Loren and Aidan seemed a bit suspicious. Loren had a slightly displeased smile on her face, with a hint of jealousy in her eyes. Aidan frowned unhappily, with a touch of defiance at the corner of his mouth. Iliad's appearance seemed to disrupt the original balance between them.
Iliad noticed this, his eyes gently scanning the three of them, but he did not say much. Every step he took seemed steady and powerful, his silver long hair swaying gently in the wind, giving off a sense of aloofness.
They came to a spacious hall, with a high ceiling and old tapestries and armor hanging on the walls. In the center of the hall, a huge stone statue stood, its details intricately carved, as if in praise of a glorious past.
Iliad pointed to the statue and said in a deep voice, "This is the founder of the castle, a great king. His story is closely related to the secrets of this castle."
Avira listened to the explanation of Iliad and couldn't help but feel a deeper curiosity about the history of this castle. She asked, "What secrets does this castle hold? Why is it cursed?"
A serious look appeared on Iliad's face. "This story is long, and I can't tell it all at once. But please believe me, I will do my best to help you."
Loren A faint smile played on her lips, but her eyes betrayed concern: "We need to be careful. Every corner of this castle could be hiding danger."
Aidan was excitedly looking around, his enthusiasm seemingly unaffected. He exclaimed, "We're here for adventure! We're ready for this!"
Avira looked at Iliad and said firmly, "No matter what secrets this castle hides, we must find the answers."
The four continued to explore deeper, with Iliad sometimes silent and sometimes revealing fragments about the castle, making Avira and her companions even more curious about the castle's past.
Just then, they suddenly heard a piercing scream, seemingly coming from deep within the castle.
The four of them tensely focused on the piercing scream, which seemed to be coming from the depths of the castle, carrying an indescribable sense of sorrow. Avira furrowed her brow, her eyes flashing with a calm light. Despite feeling uneasy, she remained composed and decisive.
"We should go and take a look, where is that sound coming from?" suggested Avira, her tone devoid of any fear.
Iliad nodded in agreement, but his expression appeared more serious. His silver long hair shimmered with a mysterious light in the dim lamplight. His reserved and taciturn nature seemed particularly evident at this moment, with his eyes seemingly holding many unspoken mysteries.
Loren looked somewhat worried, his golden long hair swaying slightly in the gentle breeze. His expression was complex, as if struggling with some emotion deep within.
Meanwhile, Aidan displayed his usual impulsiveness and passion. Although he found Iliad's sudden appearance a bit suspicious, his enthusiasm for adventure and challenge remained unwavering. "Let's go uncover this mysterious veil!" he exclaimed excitedly.
Four people followed the source of the sound and arrived at a tightly closed iron door. The door was covered in rust, showing clear signs of the passage of time. Avira reached out and pushed open the heavy door, and a cold air greeted them as they entered. Inside, it was dim and dark, with only faint sounds of crying coming from a distance.
They entered cautiously, with Iliad leading the way. Suddenly, a soft light appeared in his hand, dispersing the surrounding darkness. As they ventured deeper, the mournful cries became increasingly clear.
Finally, they arrived at a small room. In the center of the room, a transparent crystal ball emitted a faint light, and within the crystal ball, there seemed to be a blurry figure constantly twisting and distorting.
Avira gazed at the crystal ball, her eyes shining with curiosity and a probing light. "What is this? A trapped soul?"
Iliad walked up to the crystal ball, his eyes revealing deep sadness, "This is a cursed soul, forever imprisoned within this crystal ball."
Loren and Aidan stood to the side, their expressions different. Loren had a look of sympathy in his eyes, while Aidan appeared surprised and puzzled.
Avira stepped forward, reaching out to touch the crystal ball, her eyes shining with determination. "We must find a way to lift the curse and release this soul."
Iliad nodded, his expression serious. "We need to delve into the heart of the castle, where the key to unlocking all secrets is hidden."
Four people decided to continue forward, deep into the heart of the castle, to search for the answers to all these mysteries. In the process, Avira's attention to Iliad deepened, while Loren and Aidan unconsciously showed some slight unease, but they both understood that their goal was the same - to uncover the secrets of this cursed castle.
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