CRIMSON RUNE: DESTINY OF KANDRAKAR

The flickering screen of the makeshift terminal hummed softly inside the damp stone cave, casting a pale blue glow over Diana’s concentrated face. She rapidly swiped through the incoming threat logs, her fingers blurring across the keys.
"The sightings are getting more frequent," Diana muttered, staring at the incoming data, "and the monsters are getting bigger and more aggressive."
She opened the spatial overlay, pulling up the precise attack logs to map the trajectory of the creatures

TimeLocationReported Creature / Threat Level
02:15 AMNorthern Ridge PassShadow-stalker Prime (Class 3)
04:40 AMWhispering Canyon RuinsArmored Behemoth (Class 4)
07:10 AMEastern Dunes OutpostDread-Wing Hydra (Class 5)
Can you display the times and locations of the attack so I can triangulate the location of the next attack?" Haru Glory asked, stepping closer to the terminal, his hand resting on the hilt of the Ten Commandments sword.
​Before Diana could finish cross-referencing the coordinates, a smooth, mocking voice echoed through the cavern entrance.
​"It looks like your calculations might be off," Prince Phobos interjected, entering the cave with his sisters, Will Vandom and Queen Elyon.
​Phobos stepped into the light, his dark cape sweeping behind him, eyes glinting with calculating amusement. Will stepped forward alongside Elyon, her Heart of Kandrakar pulsing with a faint, uneasy amber light.
​"Phobos is right, Diana," Leif, Deltora's King, added as he unrolled an ancient map onto a nearby rock pedestal, aligning his Belt of Deltora with the grid. "Narissa set the Knights of Vengeance free. She's posing as the Mage."
​The revelation hung heavy in the air. Haru took a slow breath, adjusting the talisman around his neck.
​You are worthy of possessing the Rave Stone.
​The Deerhound’s words echoed in Haru Glory’s mind, giving him a moment of quiet resolve amidst the chaos. He looked up, glancing between the maps and the royal siblings standing near the cavern mouth.
​"If this is a trap," Will Vandom said to her sister, Queen Elyon, turning a sharp glance toward Prince Phobos, "it has to be from someone who knew we'd try to save our brother."
​"Which means," Diana said, adjusting her glasses as the triangulation algorithm completed, flashing a glowing crimson pin on the map right between their current position and Kandrakar's perimeter, "we aren't hunting them. They've already driven us right where they want us."
​Is there a specific path you'd like the group to take next—such as confronting Narissa directly or falling back to reinforce Kandrakar's defenses?

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