Elara plunged through the darkness, the sensation of falling engulfing her senses, twisting and distorting her perception of time. It was as if the very fabric of reality was unraveling, and with every heartbeat, she felt a pull deeper into the unknown. The sound of her own racing pulse filled her ears, a frantic drumbeat echoing in the silence.
Then, with a sudden jolt, the world around her shifted, and she found herself standing in a clearing, a new place yet familiar in a way that both terrified and fascinated her.
She looked behind her but Ravenor wasn't with her anymore. Moonlight bathed the scene before her eyes in a silvery glow, illuminating the figures gathered in a circle around a stone altar, much like the one she had just seen.
But this time, it was alive with power.
