The air crackled with ancient energy as the guardian’s obsidian blade hummed inches from your throat, her eyes blazing like twin suns. "You dare awaken the Stormforge?" Her voice echoed through the crumbling temple, shaking dust from pillars carved with forgotten gods. You brace against the tremor, fingers tightening around the relic—a jagged shard of celestial iron still humming with the song of dead stars. "This isn’t a tomb," you growl, blood dripping from your palm onto the relic’s edge. "It’s a cage." The blade falters. For a heartbeat, her fury wavers, revealing something raw beneath—a flicker of memory, perhaps, or fear. Then the ground splits. Chains of lightning erupt from the relic, binding her wrist as the temple’s walls dissolve into starlight. Her scream merges with the howling wind as the armor shatters, revealing not a warrior, but a girl no older than you, her skin etched with luminous scars. "Why now?" she whispers as the storm consumes her. The relic burns to ash. You lunge, grasping her hand—and the world fractures. When the light fades, the temple is gone. Below, a city of glass and steel glitters, unaware. Above, a shadow blots out the moon. Wings. Your wings. The guardian’s laughter rings in your skull, wild and free. "Fly, thief," her voice purrs through the storm. "Before the gods wake."
Tap rapidly to keep the bird airborne—every press gives a burst of upward momentum, countering gravity’s pull. Watch for jagged cactuses sprouting from the ground; weave through gaps by adjusting your rhythm. Hesitate too long, and the bird drops. Rush recklessly, and you’ll collide. Focus on steady, timed inputs to balance altitude without overcorrecting. The desert stretches endlessly; survival hinges on precision. Track incoming obstacles early, anticipate spacing, and stay calm as the pace quickens. One mistimed move ends the run. How far can you push focus and reflexes before the horizon claims you?
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