Crouched atop the crumbling castle battlements, Azura gazed out at the twisted sea, its black depths shrouded in an eerie mist. Ancient stones groaned and shifted beneath her boots, as if the castle itself was sighing with weary acceptance of her presence.

"How long since a living soul last set foot in this place?" Azura mused aloud, her voice buffeted by the gale.

"Longer than you've been alive, girl," rasped a voice from the shadows. Azura whirled to face the cloaked figure that emerged, eyes glowing like distant stars. "What brings you to this cursed shore?"

"Only the whisper of secrets," Azura replied, wind whipping her auburn hair into a frenzy. "What lies hidden here, which the world below cannot guess?"

The stranger tilted its head, seeming to consider her words. "You seek answers, little one? Very well. Descend into the ancient halls below, and find your own ruin." With a swirl of dark robes, the figure vanished into the ruin's yawning maw.

Azura hesitated for a moment, then followed the stranger into the darkness. The wind howled like a pack of wolves as the stones swallowed her whole.