The air was thick with tension as the family gathered in the heart of the village's ruins, where the final remnants of the relic's power still pulsed through the ground. The Keeper, once a figure of mystery, stood before them, his expression solemn and far older than they had ever seen him. The once grand and imposing village that surrounded them now appeared faded, as if the world itself was slipping through their fingers.
The Keeper spoke, his voice low, tinged with regret. "The time has come," he said. "The village, and everything it holds, is beginning to disappear."
Seraphyne felt a cold shiver run down her spine. The Keeper had always been enigmatic, but now he seemed more fragile, as though the very essence of his existence was unraveling. She exchanged a glance with Xavierre, who looked equally concerned. Keizu stood beside them, his usually steady demeanor showing signs of unease as well.
