Landvaettir closed his eyes for a moment before answering.
"It doesn't seem so. The fragment holds great power," Landvættir said. "But the price has been paid. The burial grounds are safe."
As it drifted toward me, I hesitated, my instincts screaming that this wasn't going to be pleasant.
I reached out to take the fragment, but the moment my fingers brushed its surface, a new wave of sensations hit me—this time, not pain, but a flood of images.
I saw a paradise of waterfalls and vibrant flora shimmering under an eternal sun.
Ahead of me was a lake, its surface shimmering like molten silver, surrounded by lush greenery. Waterfalls cascading into crystal-clear pools. A place so serene it could only be described as paradise.
I was no longer in the burial grounds. I was there, standing at the edge of the lake, the air warm and fragrant with the scent of blooming flowers.
