Jude's pulse quickened with anticipation as he approached the tree, a sense of reverence washing over him. There was something about this place, something that resonated with the visions that had haunted him since the cave.
"Queen Sara," Jude murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "I believe we are close to uncovering the truth."
Queen Sara nodded solemnly, her eyes reflecting the moonlight like twin pools of liquid silver. "This glade holds secrets, Jude," she replied, her voice tinged with quiet awe. "Let us proceed with caution."
Together, they circled the ancient tree, their footsteps hushed in the stillness of the night. Jude's heart raced as he examined the bark, searching for any signs or markings that might offer clues to the enigma they pursued.
And then, as if in response to an unseen force, Jude's hand brushed against a weathered knot in the tree's trunk, a faint ripple of energy surged through him, sending shivers down his spine.
