The transformation of the clearing enveloped Kael and Morgana in an otherworldly atmosphere. The air thickened with shadows, swirling like tendrils of smoke around them, while flickers of light danced just out of reach, teasing them with visions of hope and joy. Kael could feel the weight of the spirits' judgment pressing down, their expectations swirling in the charged air.
"Stay close," Morgana whispered, her hand gripping his tightly. "Whatever we face, we confront it together."
As if in response to her words, the shadows converged, forming images from their past—moments of pain, doubt, and loss. Kael felt his heart race as familiar scenes unfolded before them, each one dragging him into the depths of his fears.
"Kael…" a voice echoed, soft yet haunting, and he turned to see Thorne, his old friend, standing among the shadows, a sorrowful expression etched on his face. "You think you can protect everyone? Look at what you've lost."
