The morning sun barely pierced through the thick fog that clung to the mountainside, casting a ghostly pallor over the landscape. Elara and her team had barely managed to regroup after the relentless assault, their resolve hardening with each passing hour.
The ruined temple at the foot of the mountain was a somber sight. Once a place of worship, its walls were now scarred and shattered, the air heavy with the remnants of dark magic. Elara stood before the entrance, her gaze steady as she prepared for what lay ahead.
"We're getting close," Lyra said, her voice a blend of determination and fatigue. "The Heart of Darkness is somewhere within these ruins. We need to find it before it's too late."
Morgana, still recovering from the recent battles, adjusted her staff and nodded. "We'll need to be cautious. The energy here is volatile. Any misstep could trigger more of the dark enchantments."
