The sky was turning a bruised shade of violet as Elara and Lyra rode hard back toward the capital. The encounter with the shadowy figure had left them both shaken, but there was no time to dwell on the danger they had barely escaped. The Weavers were far more advanced in their schemes than anyone had realized, and the clock was ticking.
"Do you think Morgana will have found anything by now?" Lyra asked, her voice strained from the day's exhaustion but still carrying an undercurrent of determination.
"She's our best hope," Elara replied. "If anyone can make sense of what's happening with the ley lines, it's her. We just need to get back to the base and plan our next steps before the Weavers strike again."
