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The Elf's gaze was fixed intently on the island. "Yes, that is 'Broken Island,' a place said to hold the power to restore the fragments."
"Broken Island?" A chill ran down Evan's spine at the mention of the name. "Is that a legendary place? Do you know how to get there?"
The Elf nodded. "I know its location, but crossing through this storm will not be easy."
As they navigated through the storm, their boat rocked violently, as if it could be torn apart at any moment. Evan clung tightly to the edge of the boat, feeling every jolt from the turbulent sea. He had never experienced such a fierce storm before, and fear intertwined with excitement in his heart.
"Elf, can we really make it through?" Evan's voice trembled slightly, but he tried his best to remain calm.
The Elf did not respond verbally; instead, she gripped the oars tightly and began to maneuver the small boat with all her strength. Her movements were swift and precise, as if she were accustomed to such storms. There was no trace of fear in her eyes—only courage and determination.
"We must get across it; otherwise, we will never find the fragments and uncover the true secret of the Ghost Ship," Elf's voice cut through the howling winds, clear and resolute.
Evan took a deep breath, gripping the oars firmly as he tried to maintain his balance. "I understand."
The waves grew higher, threatening to swallow everything in their path. The force of the storm was nearly too much for their small boat to bear; Evan was nearly thrown overboard several times. With each surge of water, he desperately clung to the edge, his body being pulled in ways that felt almost unbearable.
"Just hold on a little longer; we're almost there!" Elf shouted as she continued to row.
Evan looked up, suddenly filled with an inexplicable strength as Broken Island gradually came into view. Its outline became clearer under the flashes of lightning, resembling the remnants of an ancient giant statue—solitary and mysterious.
Finally, they broke through the eye of the storm and struggled toward Broken Island.
The Secret of Broken Island
The sight of Broken Island was breathtaking. The vegetation was sparse, the rocks were exposed, and the ground was covered with thick layers of dust and sand. An ancient aura lingered in the air, as if this place had once been a remnant of a lost civilization.
"This place..." Aiven's voice was filled with astonishment. "It looks like some kind of ancient ruins."
Elf nodded, her eyes glimmering with awe. "Yes, this island was once a sacred site for the Giant Race. Every stone and every inch of land here carries the history and secrets of the Giant Race."
They ventured deeper into the island, following a moss-covered path. The surroundings were eerily silent, with only the sounds of the wind and waves echoing in the open air. After walking for a long time, they arrived at the center of the island, where a massive stone door stood. Intricate runes were carved into its surface, giving it an air of mystery and antiquity.
Elf halted, taking a deep breath. "We have arrived. This is the place where the power of the fragments is hidden."
Aiven's heart raced involuntarily. "What’s inside?"
Elf glanced at the runes on the stone door and gently touched the carvings with her hand. "Inside, there may be more than just fragments. Here, a great mystery might also be concealed."
As soon as she finished speaking, the stone door suddenly emitted a deep rumbling sound and began to slowly open. Behind it lay a narrow staircase leading down into the depths below.
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