The morning sun bathed Aetheris in a soft, golden light, casting long shadows across the city's ancient streets. The aftermath of their recent victory brought a semblance of peace, yet the tension of the unknown loomed over the city like a dark cloud. Alaric, despite his exhaustion, felt a pressing need to unravel the mysteries revealed by the prophecy.
Gathering his companions, he led them to a quiet courtyard within the city, away from the bustle and distractions. They assembled around a stone table, its surface etched with intricate runes. The serene surroundings belied the gravity of their situation.
"We need to discuss what we've learned and figure out our next steps," Alaric began, his voice steady but carrying an edge of urgency. "The prophecy hints at a larger conflict, and we have to be prepared for it."
