The chill of Miasma's parting words clung to Blakely and Clover as they returned to the Ursa Minor Guild Hall. The once warm and familiar guild now seemed ominous in the fading light, the weight of their newfound responsibility as Elemental Guardians pressing heavier than ever.
Blakely's heart raced, her mind replaying Miasma's threat. If the Elemental King of Corruption was already making his move, it meant their time was running out. Whatever dark plans he had in motion, they needed to stop him—before the Yggdrasil's cracks grew again, and the Primal Chaos was unleashed.
As they entered the main hall, they found Esme, Maven, and Iris deep in conversation, surrounded by maps, scrolls, and the glowing crystals they used for tracking elemental disturbances. The moment Blakely and Clover stepped inside, all eyes turned to them.
Esme immediately noticed the tension in their faces. "Blakely? What happened?"
