The forest was alive with the sounds of the morning, yet none of it seemed to touch Morgana and her companions as they moved silently through the underbrush. Every step forward felt like treading deeper into the unknown, the distant threat of Nyx hanging over them like a gathering storm. The Vault of Light was their destination, but it was not without its own dangers—ones even Morgana could not fully comprehend.
Kirin walked ahead, his eyes scanning the forest for any sign of movement. Behind him, Lyana held her staff tightly, the soft glow at its tip providing a faint light in the dimness of the trees. Morgana brought up the rear, her senses attuned to every shift in the air, every whisper of the wind. She knew they were being followed.
"We should rest soon," Kirin said without turning back. "We've been walking for hours, and we don't know how long the journey to the Vault will take."
