Five hours of flight, cutting through the crisp morning air, brought Pandora to the outskirts of a small, monster-plagued city. The once vibrant settlement now lay shrouded in a veil of despair. Crumbling buildings, their windows vacant eyes staring out, lined the dusty streets. An oppressive silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by the occasional guttural growl that echoed from within the city walls.
Pandora landed gracefully just beyond the city limits, her elven cloak billowing in the wind. Her spirit companion, a shimmering wisp of moonlight and shadows, materialized beside her, its form solidified after their training in the spirit realm. Unlike the wisp of forgotten dreams it once was, it now held a fierce glint in its ethereal eyes, a reflection of their shared purpose.
