Titan, Kaela, and Merek descended through the thick haze surrounding the ancient ruins, their boots crunching on alien stone etched with glowing runes.
The air was heavy, charged with an energy both foreign and familiar—echoes of a civilization long lost to time.
Lira's comm crackled. "I'm picking up complex data streams embedded in the ruins—something like an AI, but much older than anything we've seen."
Kaela ran her fingers over the carvings. "These symbols… they're warnings. Not just to outsiders, but about the Voidborn."
Titan's eyes narrowed. "The ruins hold knowledge. Maybe even a weapon against the corruption."
Suddenly, the ground trembled beneath them. Shadows shifted, forming into spectral guardians—silent protectors awakened after centuries of slumber.
Titan readied his blade. "This place isn't just a relic. It's a battleground."