The forest gave way to rolling hills as the group journeyed toward the next sanctuary. The land around them was quiet, almost eerily so, as if holding its breath in anticipation of what was to come. The sky overhead was a pale gray, clouds gathering ominously on the horizon. Elara couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding, knowing that the darkness was stirring, reacting to their movements.
The sanctuary they sought was hidden deep within these hills, a place untouched by time and corruption. Morgana had studied ancient maps and texts, piecing together clues that led them to this remote location. Unlike the Sanctuary of the First Light, this one had been lost to the world, its entrance concealed by layers of enchantments and natural barriers.
"We're close," Morgana said, her eyes scanning the landscape as they crested another hill. "The entrance should be just ahead, but it's been hidden for centuries. We'll need to be careful."
