Past the heavenly door, the gathering arose into a domain of increased wizardry — a holy space where the limits between past, present, and future obscured into an embroidery of entwined fates. The core of the captivated backwoods called, and the reverberations of disloyalty were supplanted by a thunderous song that beat with expectation.
The Fleeting Nexus:
The gathering ended up in the Worldly Nexus, a combination of ethereal energies that rose above the requirements of time. The air sparkled with luminous tones, and the actual texture of reality appeared to be pliable.
Emilia, the Witch of the Timberland, raised her staff, adjusting to the mysterious energies encompassing them. " We stand at the nexus of time, where the past and future meet. The core of the captivated woods anticipates, and the last disclosure is inside our grip."
