The respite after neutralizing the sanctuary in the Gloomwood was short-lived. Though the team had returned to base to recover and plan their next steps, the weight of the Void's ongoing threat was ever-present. Reports from scouts and magical readings suggested that the remaining sanctuaries were even more dangerous, shrouded in layers of protection and teeming with hostile entities.
Elara, standing at the edge of the fortress walls, gazed out at the horizon. The sky was tinged with a faint, unnatural glow—a constant reminder of the Void's lingering presence. Beside her, Arian adjusted his gauntlet, his expression unreadable.
"We're running out of time," he said quietly, not taking his eyes off the distant lands. "The Void isn't just corrupting ley lines. It's preparing for something bigger. Every node we disrupt feels like we're delaying an inevitable surge."
