The skies above the Obsidian Highlands darkened, casting an eerie pall over the landscape. Thunder rumbled in the distance, a harbinger of the tumultuous events to come. Elara stood at the edge of the cliff, her cloak billowing in the rising wind. The relic she now carried, a crystalline shard imbued with the essence of unity, pulsed faintly in her grasp, its glow barely visible against the encroaching storm.
Morgana joined her, her dark eyes scanning the horizon. "The winds are shifting. Something stirs in the depths of the Shadow Shard. It knows we're coming."
Elara nodded, feeling the weight of their mission pressing down on her. After the trials in the Eclipse Sanctuary, she had thought they would have more time, more clarity. But it seemed fate was determined to push them forward, with no respite from the relentless pace of events.
"We're not ready," Elara admitted quietly, her voice nearly lost to the wind. "Not for what's coming."
