As the first light of dawn broke over the horizon, the camp began to stir. The quiet moments of reflection from the night before were replaced by a renewed sense of purpose. Elara stood at the edge of the camp, watching as her companions prepared for the journey ahead. Each of them moved with a quiet efficiency, their actions speaking of experience and determination.
Morgana was the first to approach Elara, her face lined with concentration. "I've completed the ritual," she said, holding out a small, glowing crystal. "This will help us track the remnants of the dark magic. It's not perfect, but it will point us in the right direction."
Elara took the crystal, feeling a faint pulse of energy within it. "Thank you, Morgana. This will be invaluable."
"We should leave as soon as possible," Morgana continued. "The trail might still be fresh, but it won't last forever."
Elara nodded in agreement. "Let's gather the others."
