The boat landed on the rocky beach of Elaris with a soft thud. The island was shrouded in an eerie, enchanting mist, and the air was thick with the scent of salt and ancient magic. Aldric, Elysia, and Thane disembarked, their senses alert for any sign of danger.
"Stay close," Thane instructed, leading the way. "The island is known for its illusions and traps. We must tread carefully."
Aldric walked beside Elysia, his eyes scanning the surroundings. The island seemed to pulse with a life of its own, and he could feel the magic in the air, resonating with his own.
As they ventured deeper into the island, the mist began to part, revealing a dense forest of ancient, towering trees. The path ahead was narrow and winding, with strange, glowing flora lighting their way. The further they went, the more Aldric felt a connection to the place, as if the island itself was calling to him.
Elysia broke the silence, her voice a hushed whisper. "Do you feel that, Aldric? It's like the island is alive."
He nodded, his gaze fixed on a distant glow. "Yes, and it's getting stronger the deeper we go. It's almost like... it's guiding us."
Thane paused, turning to face them. "The island of Elaris is indeed alive with ancient magic. It responds to those who seek its secrets with pure intent. But beware—those with dark purposes will find only peril."
Aldric's thoughts turned to Morgath. "Do you think Morgath has been here?"
"It is possible," Thane replied, his expression grim. "But the island would not easily yield its secrets to someone like him. We must hope that we can uncover them first."
They continued their journey, the forest growing denser and the air thicker with magic. Aldric felt a strange energy coursing through him, a mixture of excitement and fear. He knew that this place held answers, not just about the Eternal Echo, but about himself as well.