Elara felt the pulse of the relic, its energy now fully awake and vibrating with urgency. It responded to the shadows that churned around the figure, reaching out with a force so powerful it seemed to distort the air itself. The ground beneath their feet trembled, and the ancient stone of the chamber began to crack and splinter, as if the very fabric of the space was being torn apart.
Morgana, standing close by, gripped her staff tightly, her expression one of determination and dread. "What now?" she whispered to Elara, though her eyes never left the swirling darkness that surrounded them. "What are we supposed to do next?"
