Building A Sanctuary

The weight of what Arthur said pressed down on Mister White as he led them toward the hidden island where another memory resided. Even Sarohan's usual attitude had dimmed, replaced by a sense of quiet anticipation.

"This one…" Mister White began, his voice thick with unshed tears. "This is the crucible where it all began. A testament to a love that dared defy the laws of time and space."

They landed on the desolate rock. Before them, a simple patch of rock held the key to a tale that would alter their perception of everything they'd seen thus far. Mister White placed his hand upon the rough stone, and as always, the familiar warmth flowed, dissolving the barren landscape and revealing a grand palace rife with tension.

At the center of it was the young prince of Yalen, his once-bright eyes shadowed by an unyielding determination. Arthur watched with a pang of recognition, seeing echoes of his own struggles mirrored in the prince's resolute stance.