Voren stopped, his gaze shifting to the dense trees around them. "You are perceptive, mage. This land bears the memories of many conflicts, many sacrifices. It's called the Weeping Grove—named so because the trees here have borne witness to countless lives lost to ancient battles. The soil itself remembers, and the spirits here are… unsettled."
Canila felt a chill run down his spine. "Why bring us here, Voren? What purpose does this place serve in our journey?"
Voren turned, his eyes glinting with an unspoken challenge. "Because, Canila, power without purpose is meaningless. And here, amidst the echoes of the past, you will confront the threads of destiny woven by your actions and those before you. If you wish to wield the relic without losing yourself, you must understand the cost of true power."
