Raven's mind was still reeling from Kaelara's revelation, but he knew he couldn't let his emotions get the better of him. He had to focus on the task at hand – finding a way to make things right.
As he looked at Lyra and Mira, he saw the concern etched on their faces. "What does this mean for Lirien?" Lyra asked, her voice soft.
Raven's thoughts turned to the young woman, who had been a source of comfort and strength for him throughout their journey. "I don't know," he said, his voice heavy with uncertainty. "But I think we need to find out."
Mira nodded in agreement. "We can't leave her behind," she said.
Kaelara's eyes seemed to cloud over again, and Raven sensed a pang of sadness emanating from her. "You must find her," she said. "And you must tell her the truth."
Raven's determination hardened. "I will," he said. "I'll find Lirien and tell her everything."
As they turned to leave, Raven noticed a faint glow emanating from the artifact-laden shelves. The runes seemed to be pulsing with an otherworldly energy, and he felt a sudden surge of power course through his veins.
"The prophecy," he whispered, his eyes locked on the artifacts.
Kaelara's eyes snapped back into focus, and she moved closer to him. "Yes," she said. "The prophecy speaks of a great imbalance in the fabric of fate. And you, Raven, are the key to restoring balance."
Raven's mind reeled as Kaelara began to explain the ancient text.
"The Eldridian prophecy foretold of a great calamity that would destroy Eldrador," she said. "And only one with the blood of both worlds – human and Eldridian – could restore balance and save the realm."
Raven's thoughts turned to Lirien, who had been born with the same mark on her palm as him – a symbol of their shared destiny.
"It's Lirien," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "She's the key."
Kaelara's eyes seemed to bore into his soul. "Then you must go to her," she said. "And together, you must face whatever fate has in store for you."