The world around them settled into an eerie calm. The winds had died down, the earth no longer trembled beneath their feet, and the oppressive fog that had blanketed the area began to dissipate. Yet, despite the silence, the tension was palpable. The words of the shadow echoed in Elara's mind, each phrase like a weight pressing down on her chest.
Thorne's hand remained on his sword, his eyes scanning the landscape as though expecting another attack at any moment. Morgana was silent, her gaze fixed on the crystal hanging from Elara's neck. Her face was unreadable, but the faint line between her brows suggested that her thoughts were far from settled.
