_Chapter 3:

Kaito's eyes remained locked onto Akira's, the air thick with anticipation. Master Shinji's gaze narrowed, his mind racing with the implications.

"The whispers speak of an ancient evil," Akira continued, her voice steady. "A darkness that threatens to consume our world. I believe the shadow creatures are mere servants to this greater power."

Kaito's grip on his sword tightened, his heart pounding with excitement. He had always sensed that there was more to the whispers than mere rumors.

"What do you know of this ancient evil?" Master Shinji asked, his voice firm.

Akira hesitated, glancing around the room as if fearful of being overheard. "I've heard tales of a forgotten city, hidden deep within the mountains. A city where the ancient ones once wielded unimaginable power."

Kaito's mind raced with the possibilities. Could this be the source of the darkness?

Suddenly, the wind outside surged, the whispers growing urgent. The candles flickered, casting eerie shadows on the walls.

"It's trying to tell us something," Kaito said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Akira nodded, her eyes closed. "Listen..."

As they focused on the whispers, the words became clearer. A name echoed through the wind: "Zorvath...Zorvath..."

Master Shinji's expression turned grim. "Zorvath, the Devourer. A legendary darkness, thought to be mere myth."

Kaito's grip on his sword tightened. "We need to investigate this forgotten city. If Zorvath is real, we must stop it."

Akira's eyes snapped open, determination burning within them. "I'll lead the way. I know the mountains."

Master Shinji nodded. "Kaito, Akira, prepare yourselves. We depart at dawn."

As the storm raged on outside, Kaito felt the winds of fate sweeping him toward a destiny he could hardly imagine. Little did he know, the journey ahead would test his courage, his wits, and his very soul. 

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