The world had never felt so alive to Elara. The vibrations beneath her feet were constant, like the pulse of a heartbeat, echoing the rhythm of their struggle. The Nexus was sealed, but its power remained—a silent promise of destruction, waiting to be unleashed once again. She could feel it gnawing at the edges of her consciousness, pulling at the seams of her reality. It was both a burden and a gift, one they had yet to fully understand.
Morgana's voice broke the silence as they walked through the ancient hallways of the sanctuary, the stone walls lined with inscriptions long forgotten. "Elara, we need to prepare ourselves. The Nexus might be dormant now, but it's not a simple thing to control. We can't rely on it forever."
"I know," Elara replied, her tone unwavering. "But we don't have the luxury of waiting for the answers to fall into our lap. The war is coming, Morgana. And if we're to face it, we need every tool at our disposal."
