The moonlight showered the yard of the Sorcerer's refuge, casting long, spooky shadows that moved with the delicate stirring of takes off within the adjacent trees. Aria and Lucius stood at the edge of the enormous stone door, their breaths unmistakable within the cold night discuss. This was the minute they had been working towards, a urgent point in their journey, and the weight of their obligations hung intensely within the discuss.
Lucius turned to Aria, his eyes filled with a mixture of stress and assurance. "Aria, we have come so distant. Usually the minute we've been planning for. We can't manage to turn back presently."
Aria gestured, her heart beating in her chest. Her fingers delicately brushed against the pendant she wore, a image of the cherish and believe that had developed between them all through their travel. "I know, Lucius. We've overcome so much together. We can't let fear hold us back now."
