The air around them was thick with tension as the ground beneath their feet seemed to pulse with a strange, rhythmic beat. Each step Elara took felt heavier than the last, as though the very realm was resisting their presence. The oppressive weight of the Nexus pressed down on them, a constant reminder of the enormity of what they faced.
They had survived the trials thus far, but every victory seemed to come at a higher cost. Their bodies were battered, their spirits worn, yet their resolve remained unbroken. Elara could feel the energy of the Nexus surging within her, urging her forward, but it was not without consequence. The relic she held in her hand was now nothing more than a dull, cracked artifact, its power diminished with each use.
"We're close," Morgana said, her voice steady but laced with concern. "I can feel it—whatever lies ahead, it's the final test."
