It was as if the elves had set this trial to test the bonds between rival guilds and adventurers alike, daring them to set aside differences for a common goal.
Alone, the Guardian was an insurmountable force; together, perhaps they had a shot at toppling it.
But they had already triggered its awakening, and the only path left was forward.
Seraphina's resolve hardened as she raised her blade. "We're in this now, like it or not. Keep the pressure on, and watch your weapon durability," she commanded, her voice a steady anchor amidst the rising chaos.
She glanced at her sword, already showing the faintest signs of wear from the impact against Eldergrove's resilient stone form. They were in for a grueling battle.
Horizon was grappling with the same thoughts as Seraphina. How could this challenge have been designed with such an insurmountable obstacle?
