The first breath of air outside the Keepers' stronghold was cool, carrying with it the scent of the earth and the distant rustle of leaves. Morgana, Kirin, and Lyana stood together at the entrance, their minds still reeling from the intensity of the bond they had forged with the Silver Flame. The world outside seemed different now, as if the very air carried a weight that only they could sense—a constant reminder of the Abyss, lurking in the shadows, watching.
Morgana felt the power of the Silver Flame thrumming within her like a second heartbeat. The fire they had bonded with was not just a tool, but a living entity, its presence intertwined with their souls. The clarity it brought was both comforting and terrifying, for with it came an awareness of the immense darkness gathering on the horizon.
"We need to move quickly," Morgana said, her voice cutting through the silence. "The Abyss knows we're here. It won't be long before it strikes again."
