The dawn broke over the ethereal landscape, casting soft hues of gold and amber across the horizon. Kael and Morgana stood at the altar, their forms silhouetted against the radiant light. The air shimmered with magic, alive with possibilities, yet a heaviness lingered in the back of Kael's mind—a reminder of the shadows they had faced and the trials yet to come.
"Morgana," he said, breaking the stillness, "what now? What does being guardians entail?"
She turned to him, her expression contemplative, as if she were still processing the weight of their new responsibilities. "The voice said we would face choices that test our resolve," she replied. "I suppose we must begin by understanding the nature of this place and our role within it."
"Right," Kael agreed, glancing at the key still embedded in the altar, which glowed faintly, pulsing like a heartbeat. "We need to learn everything we can about the heart of Netharion."
