The world around them seemed to thrum with an unseen energy as they moved away from the ruins of the temple. Elara could still feel the power surging through her, an overwhelming presence that connected her to the ley lines, to the very essence of the world itself. It was as though she was no longer just a part of the world but a part of its heartbeat, the rhythm of existence flowing through her veins.
She glanced at her companions—Morgana, Thorne, and the others—each of them bearing the weight of the journey they had just undertaken. They were silent for a moment, their footsteps echoing softly against the rocky terrain as they made their way through the dense forest. The oppressive weight of the temple's collapse had left a lingering sense of dread, but there was no time for reflection now. The shadow was still out there, and the knowledge they had uncovered only deepened the mystery surrounding it.
