As the emerald liquid spilled from the shattered relic onto the palace floor and the whispers of kings long dead surged into life. Dark clouds gathered instantly above the castle, casting an ominous shadow over the once beautiful land.

The once vibrant skies now mirrored the turmoil that brewed within the castle walls, the air grew thick with tension as the ancient curse unfolded it’s wrath upon the kingdom.

Ghostly figures emerged from the mist, their spectral forms weaving though the corridors with a purpose.

The haunting presence suffocted the hallways, their every movement chilling to the bone. Whispers echoed the corridors as the specters searched for the source of their disturbance.

Thunder rumbled ominously, echoing the curses of the ancient ancestors.

Lady Elara, whose curiosity had unwittingly released the strom, stood paralyzed with guilt and fear.