The dawn arrived with an eerie calm, casting a pale light over the tranquil sea. The lighthouse stood resolute against the morning sky, its beacon now a steady, glowing presence. But within its walls, the sense of foreboding that had taken root was unshakable.
Elara, Lyra, and Doran gathered in the main chamber of the lighthouse, preparing to leave for their next destination. Maps, ancient texts, and various relics were spread out on a large table. The knowledge they needed to confront the Abyss lay scattered before them, but it seemed both overwhelming and elusive.
Elara ran her fingers over the worn surface of an old map, marking possible locations where they might find more information about the Abyss. The map was a fragment of a larger whole, depicting ancient sites and forgotten realms that might hold the key to understanding their adversary.
