The air outside the Council chamber was thick with tension as the Guardians stepped out into the cold night. The city of Arkenhelm, hidden deep within the Frostfall Mountains, was bustling despite the lateness of the hour. People moved with a sense of urgency, preparing for what was to come. The knowledge of the ley lines' reawakening had spread quickly, and with it, the threat of the Weavers.
Elara, Lyra, Doran, Henry, and Morgana walked in silence, their minds weighed down by the implications of what they had learned. The ley lines, the heart of the world's magic, were stirring, and the Weavers—agents of chaos and darkness—were determined to harness that power for their own ends.
"We don't have much time," Lyra said, breaking the silence as they made their way through the city's narrow streets. Her breath came out in soft, visible puffs in the cold air. "The Weavers know what we're after, and they'll move fast to get ahead of us."
