Morning light seeped through dense trees, casting an eerie glow as Kael, Morgana, and Elarion emerged from the Caves of Aether. The Heart of Aether—an ancient relic now hanging around Kael's neck—pulsed with a soft, silvery glow, resonating with the magic that lay dormant in the land. Its light was faint, as if warning them of the growing threat that awaited. They had acquired yet another relic, but with each gain, the presence of the void felt stronger, more sinister.
Behind them lay the Valley of Whispers, where the spirit of Alariel had imparted words that clung to Kael's mind like a shadow. *The true battle lies not only with the void but within your own hearts.* The message echoed, a reminder that the void's power fed on more than just land or magic; it fed on doubt, fear, and the unspoken secrets within each of them.
