The morning after their revelation, Elara, Morgana, and Kade gathered around a small, weathered map, spread out over a stone table inside the camp's central pavilion. The fire from the previous night had dwindled to embers, casting a dim, red glow across their faces. Their journey ahead was uncertain, but the determination in each of their eyes spoke volumes.
"We need to find them," Elara said, tapping the map with a slender finger. "The old families, the scholars, whatever leads we can find. Morgana, any idea where to start?"
