Lyerin stood at the entrance of the ruined sanctuary, his mind still reeling from the events of the past few days.
The eerie silence of the night was punctuated by the distant roars of the hulking eldritch horses, their massive forms casting long shadows under the pale moonlight.
The girls, huddled close to him, watched him with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.
They had seen Lyerin do many strange things, but there was something different in his eyes tonight—something that made them uneasy.
Without a word, Lyerin reached into the pouch strapped to his side and pulled out a small, smooth object.
The girls watched as he held it up to the moonlight, revealing it to be a small, glass-like orb. It shimmered in the pale light, a swirl of translucent colors moving within its depths.
"What is that?" Corora asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Lyerin didn't answer immediately.
