Elysia tossed and turned in her sleep, her dreams once again haunted by the shadowed presence of the cloaked man. The air in her dream felt charged, thick with a magical energy that tingled against her skin. Her surroundings shifted, transforming into a moonlit clearing surrounded by ancient, towering trees. The man stood at the center, his face still obscured by the hood, but his voice resonated with clarity. She knew he would come.
As though summoned by her thoughts, the cloaked man emerged from the shadows, his form imposing but graceful. "You returned," Elysia said, her voice light, carrying a hint of relief.
"I said I would," he replied, his voice smooth and enigmatic. His eyes, glowing faintly beneath his hood, held hers.
"I would like you to tell me everything I need to know as you promised," she demanded.
He replied, "I am here to guide you, as promised. I have also decided to help you unlock your powers. We are running out of time."
