As Marcus, Kira, and Lyra approached the entrance to the Ruins of Eldergrove, the forest grew denser, the air thick with the scent of moss and damp earth. Towering trees leaned in close, their branches intertwining overhead, casting intricate patterns of light and shadow on the forest floor. The atmosphere buzzed with anticipation, as if the woods themselves were aware of the mission that lay ahead.
"There it is," Kira said, pointing to a crumbling archway partially hidden by vines and thorns. The stone was weathered and dark, engraved with faded runes that hinted at an ancient magic long forgotten. "Looks like no one has been here in ages."
"Let's tread carefully," Marcus replied, gripping the hilt of the Verdant Edge at his side. "We don't know what we might encounter inside."
