Sir David The Killer Bee Beats

"I don't like this place," murmured Kael, his voice barely louder than the wind whispering through the shattered cathedral walls. The air was thick with soot and silence, broken only by the crunch of ash beneath their boots. "Uh uh... nooo..." whispered Lira, her eyes wide as they scanned the ruined chamber. "The Black Cauldron must be here somewhere." It was supposed to be a sanctuary. Instead, it looked like the aftermath of a forgotten war. Statues lay in pieces, their faces twisted in agony. The stained glass windows—once radiant with celestial colors—were now shards embedded in the stone floor like frozen screams. "It seems empty," Kael said, stepping forward. "Maybe we should have a look." All the lines of destruction—cracks in the floor, scorch marks on the walls—converged toward the center of the room. A circle of scorched stone pulsed faintly, as if remembering something terrible. "What happened here?" Lira asked,...