The forest had grown dense, the undergrowth thick and unyielding. The sun barely pierced the canopy above, casting a muted, greenish light on the path ahead. Elara led her companions deeper into the wilderness, the weight of the Prism pressing against her side with every step.
Despite the calm of the morning, tension hung in the air. Each member of the group was acutely aware of the danger that lurked ahead. They had faced countless enemies and overcome immense challenges, but the Shadow Lords were a threat unlike any other.
As they trekked through the forest, a distant rumble caught their attention. At first, it was faint, almost imperceptible, but it quickly grew louder, echoing through the trees like thunder. Elara paused, her eyes narrowing as she scanned the horizon.
"What's that?" Lyra asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Morgana tilted her head, listening intently. "It sounds like... hoofbeats."
