As Sir Cedric descended from the great wall, his mind was set on seeking the wisdom of the ancient sage who dwelled in the forest of Eldergrove. The sage, known for his profound knowledge and mystical insights, was said to possess the secrets of the northern lands and the vampire king's weaknesses. Cedric knew that this guidance could be crucial for his quest.
The path to Eldergrove was a winding trail through dense woods, where the sunlight barely pierced the thick canopy above. The air was filled with the songs of hidden birds and the rustle of unseen creatures. Cedric's armor clinked softly as he moved, a reassuring sound in the otherwise silent forest.
Upon reaching the sage's dwelling, a humble hut nestled among ancient oaks, Cedric was greeted by the sage himself. The old man, with a long white beard and eyes that seemed to hold the wisdom of ages, welcomed him with a nod. "I have been expecting you, Sir Cedric," the sage said, his voice a gentle whisper that carried the weight of prophecy.
Inside the hut, the sage revealed a map of the northern lands, marked with symbols and runes. "The vampire king's power is drawn from the Heartstone, a relic hidden deep within his castle," the sage explained. "To defeat him, you must destroy it. But beware, for the path is guarded by creatures of the night and treacherous traps."
With newfound knowledge and a map in hand, Cedric felt a renewed sense of purpose. The sage's words echoed in his mind as he prepared to continue his journey. The road ahead was perilous, but Cedric was determined to see it through, for the fate of the realm depended on his success.