The Guardians continued their journey across the realm, their mission to cleanse the echoes of dark magic driving them forward. Each site they visited brought new challenges, but their progress was steady. The land was gradually healing, and the ley lines' stability was improving. Yet, an unsettling feeling lingered—a sense that their work was far from over.
One morning, as the group traversed a rugged mountain pass, they noticed a sudden shift in the atmosphere. The sky, once clear, had darkened, and a dense fog began to roll in, obscuring their vision. The air grew heavy, charged with an unnatural energy that made the hairs on the back of their necks stand on end.
Elara, leading the group, halted and turned to her companions. "This fog feels different. It's as if it's being manipulated by magic. We should be cautious."
