Cruzer gripped his sword tightly as the atmosphere felt heavy with the presence of mana—wild, untamed mana that twisted and warped the very fabric of reality.
It was as though the jungle itself was alive, watching them, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
"The shard is deep within the heart of this place," Elara said, her voice low. "We'll have to be careful."
They moved cautiously through the jungle, every step deliberate, every sound analyzed for danger.
The deeper they ventured, the more twisted the jungle became. The trees grew gnarled and misshapen, their roots twisting like serpents across the ground. The very air seemed to hum with malevolence.
Suddenly, the ground beneath them gave way, and they fell into a deep, dark pit.
