The air hung thick with tension, an unnatural stillness settled around them as Elara, Morgana, and Thorne stood on the precipice, gazing into the swirling abyss below. The ravine stretched before them, an endless chasm carved deep into the earth. The edges were lined with sharp, jagged rocks that seemed to pulse with a dark energy, echoing with the same ominous hum that had resonated from the shadow itself.
"This is where it all began," Elara murmured, her voice almost lost in the oppressive quiet. Her eyes traced the intricate patterns in the rock faces, ancient symbols carved long before their time. The ley lines converged here, their unseen currents drawing power from the depths of the earth, feeding the darkness that had taken root.
