The air crackled with tension as the group ventured deeper into the forest, leaving the eerie monolith and its pulsing energy behind. Every step they took now felt more urgent, more fraught with danger, as if the world itself was unraveling around them. The Keystone's hum was a constant reminder of the power they wielded—and the responsibility that came with it.
Thorne led them through the dense underbrush, his senses alert for any sign of trouble. Behind him, Lyra walked in silence, still shaken from the vision she had experienced at the monolith. Morgana and Kael exchanged uneasy glances, both aware that the stakes had just been raised.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the forest, Lyra felt a strange pull within her chest. The Keystone vibrated softly in her hand, as if reacting to something nearby. She stopped in her tracks, causing the others to turn and look at her.
