The sun was beginning to rise, casting pale orange light across the stronghold as the Guardians stirred from their rest. Elara had hardly slept after her conversation with Morgana. The revelation about *The Source* weighed heavily on her mind. If the Weavers were after something so ancient, so foundational to the world's magic, their battle wasn't just one for survival—it was a race against time to prevent the complete unraveling of the natural order.
Elara gathered her team in the war room. The urgency in her voice was palpable as she spoke.
"Morgana has uncovered something that changes everything. The Weavers aren't just looking to corrupt the ley lines—they're trying to access something called *The Source.*"
