Lucien's eyes scanned the horizon, his hand on the hilt of his sword. He had been tracking the dark energy for days, and it was growing stronger by the hour.
As he crested a hill, he saw them – the five individuals from Luna's vision, standing together against the backdrop of a gathering storm.
Kaidën, the Dreamer, his eyes fixed on the distance. Aria, the Seer, her gaze piercing the shadows. Axel, the Scholar, his mind racing with ancient knowledge. Luna, the Healer, her hands glowing with a gentle energy. And himself, Lucien, the Warrior, his sword shining with a fierce light.
"The time has come," Lucien said, his voice steady. "We must unite our gifts and face the darkness that threatens to consume us all."
_The five stood tall, their eyes locked on the storm ahead. Little did they know, their journey was only just beginning, and the fate of Elyria hung in the balance.