The gentle rustle of leaves and the distant chirping of birds greeted the dawn as Alaric and his companions prepared for their next move. Their minds were still reeling from the revelations uncovered in the town's archives, but there was no time to lose. The prophecy and its implications loomed over them like a dark cloud, urging them forward.
Alaric stood at the edge of the forest, staring into the distance. The quiet morning air did little to calm his restless thoughts. The weight of his lineage and the looming prophecy felt heavier with each passing moment. His friends gathered around, their expressions a mix of determination and concern.
"We need to find out more about my family's connection to the Shadowheart," Alaric said, breaking the silence. "The answers are out there, and we need to uncover them before it's too late."
