The enclave had a way of pulling us deeper, not just into its corridors but into the fabric of its history. In the days that followed, we dedicated ourselves to studying the records and relics left by the guardians who had come before us. Each day, we'd rise early and spend hours in silence, our faces illuminated by the faint glow of ancient manuscripts or the occasional glimmer from the crystal at my chest.
As we unraveled more about the guardians, a clear picture of our next steps emerged. We weren't just meant to understand the power within the crystal; we were meant to wield it deliberately, as part of a ritual that strengthened the Veil. This ritual would fortify the boundary between realms, preventing entities like the one we'd faced from breaking through.