The dense forest canopy cast deep shadows as Elara and her companions continued their trek towards the nearest allied stronghold. The sun was low in the sky, casting an amber glow that seemed to penetrate even the thickest parts of the forest. Their journey was marked by an uneasy silence, each member of the group lost in their own thoughts about the challenges ahead.
Elara led the way, her gaze fixed on the path ahead. The tome's revelations weighed heavily on her mind. The knowledge they had uncovered about the cult's remaining rituals was both a blessing and a burden. She knew that every piece of information brought them closer to understanding their enemy, but it also meant that the danger was far from over.
Thorne walked beside her, his sword sheathed but his senses sharp. His eyes scanned the surroundings with practiced vigilance. "How far do you think we are from the stronghold?" he asked, breaking the silence.
