The car came to a halt in front of a decrepit yet mystical structure nestled deep in the woods—Sylvaine's Lair. The air around the place was thick with an eerie, otherworldly energy, making it clear this was no ordinary home. Regan cut the engine, exchanging a brief glance with Aria before stepping out.
Aria clutched the pendant around her neck, a small token Magnus had given her long ago. It was her silent anchor now, a reminder of why she was here. They walked towards the entrance, the air growing heavier with every step. Regan reached for the door, but before he could knock, it creaked open on its own.
"Welcome, children," came Sylvaine's voice, soft yet commanding.
Aria and Regan entered cautiously. Sylvaine, the ancient seer, sat gracefully in a chair, her piercing green eyes glinting with knowledge far beyond their comprehension. Her smile was faint, almost sad, as she gestured for them to sit.
