The chamber pulsed with energy as Elara stood with the shard fragments in her hands, their light intertwining like threads of destiny. Morgana's gaze lingered on the glowing fragments, her fingers brushing the symbols etched into the walls of the cavern. Thorne tightened his grip on his blade, his stance ready, as though expecting the mountain itself to retaliate for their intrusion.
Elara exhaled, the weight of the moment pressing down on her. "We have the fragments. But this doesn't feel like the end. It's only the beginning."
Morgana turned, her expression thoughtful. "These shards are pieces of something far greater—a power that was shattered and scattered to protect it from falling into the wrong hands. If the Shadow Shard is its antithesis, then what we hold is the only thing capable of opposing it."
"Then we're taking the fight to the Shadow Shard," Thorne said firmly. "No more hiding, no more delays. It's time to end this."
