The river roared before them, its churning waters frothing white as they cascaded over jagged rocks and hidden depths. The group stood at the edge, the sense of impending danger palpable. Elara could feel the Aetherstone's steady pulse in her hand, as if urging her forward, but the river presented a formidable obstacle.
Morgana surveyed the scene, her brow furrowed. "We need to find a way across without getting swept away. The current's too strong to swim, and there's no clear path we can jump across."
Kirin knelt by the riverbank, examining the rocks and the turbulent flow. "There's a chance we could use the stones in the water as stepping stones, but one slip and we'd be caught in the current. It's risky."
"We have no choice," Lyra said, her voice calm but resolute. "If we stay here, we're sitting ducks for whoever's tracking us. We need to move quickly."
