Elara spent her days in Varenden, learning more about the world of Aeloria. It was a land of beauty and wonder, but beneath its surface lay deep scars from a war fought long ago—a war between those who wielded magic and those who sought to control it.
Kaelen told her of the Obsidian Order, a powerful faction that believed the Rift was the key to dominating Aeloria and beyond. They had been searching for ways to manipulate its power for centuries, and now they knew of Elara's arrival. The mark on her hand made her a target.
"They'll come for you," Kaelen warned. "The Order will stop at nothing to control the Rift, and you may hold the key to unlocking its full potential."
Elara felt a chill run down her spine. She had never asked for any of this, but now she was entangled in a conflict far greater than anything she had ever imagined. The weight of her new reality pressed down on her, and yet, part of her felt an unexpected thrill.
For the first time in her life, she was no longer a bystander. She had a part to play.