The journey to the Sacred Library began with a somber determination. The morning sun had just begun to rise, casting long shadows across the landscape as Elara, Kael, and Morgana made their way northward. Aria accompanied them, her steps unsteady but her resolve firm. Though still weakened from her ordeal, she was insistent on guiding them to the source of the darkness that had consumed her village.
The road ahead was rugged and unkind, winding through dense forests and jagged mountains. The air grew colder as they ascended, and a heavy mist clung to the ground, obscuring their path. It was as if the very land itself sought to impede their progress, but they pressed on, undeterred by the natural obstacles in their way.
Kael led the group, his sword at the ready, eyes sharp for any sign of danger. "We're getting closer to the mountains," he said, his voice low. "The Sacred Library should be hidden within these peaks, according to the elder's directions."
