The weight of the Heart of Thalor seemed to press down on Elara as they moved through the forest, its golden light dimming as they ventured further from the shattered altar. It was as if the artifact knew they were leaving sacred ground, its energy retreating into itself as they walked. The others remained silent, each lost in their thoughts, their steps heavy with the enormity of what they had just achieved—and what lay ahead.
Kirin stayed close to Elara, his eyes scanning the forest for any signs of danger. Seraphina took up the rear, her bow drawn, every movement precise and deliberate. Morgana, usually calm and composed, seemed distracted, her brow furrowed in thought as they wound their way through the trees.
Jarek broke the silence first, his voice gruff. "So, what's the plan now? We've got the Heart, but that thing back there… Whatever we woke up, it's not gone."
