Regan paced restlessly at the base of the mountain, his sharp gaze scanning the dense trees and jagged cliffs in every direction. Valerie stood nearby, her arms crossed tightly across her chest, her worry etched clearly on her face. Neither spoke, their shared fear for Aria heavy in the air.
"She's been gone too long," Valerie said, breaking the silence. Her voice wavered slightly, betraying her composed exterior.
Regan stopped pacing, his jaw clenched. "Morgana is a devil," he said through gritted teeth. "Only the gods know where she's taken Aria."
Valerie nodded, her fingers brushing over her pendant as if seeking reassurance. "We can't just stand here. Morgana's death may have unleashed more dark energy—we need to find Aria before it's too late."
Regan exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. "Let's go to Sylvaine's lair. She might have answers."
