The journey to the Lake of Seraphis was a long and arduous one, but with three of the elemental stones in his possession, Ethan's determination only grew stronger. The whispers of the Whispering Glen had faded into memory, but the weight of their warning still lingered in his mind. He knew that the Stone of Water would not be easily claimed, nor would the trials he had faced so far compare to the challenges that awaited him.
The path to the lake wound through dense forests and across vast, barren plains, where the wind carried with it the scent of salt and the distant echo of crashing waves. Ethan's horse, a steadfast companion throughout this journey, trotted steadily along the narrow trail, its hooves making soft thuds on the moss-covered ground. The sky above was a dull gray, thick with clouds that threatened rain, as if the heavens themselves were preparing for the trial ahead.
