The Guardians traveled through a land now awash in the light of renewal. The journey ahead was marked by the promise of hope, but their path led them to areas where the scars of the past were still visible. As they moved from village to village, they encountered remnants of the dark influence that had once plagued the land.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, the Guardians arrived at an old, abandoned fortress. The structure was weathered and crumbling, its walls etched with symbols of long-forgotten magic. The air around it was heavy with a sense of lingering sorrow and history.
Elara, examining the fortress from a distance, felt a chill run down her spine. "This place feels different. Like it's holding onto something from the past."
Lyra, ever perceptive, scanned the surroundings. "We should investigate. There might be more to this place than just ruins."
