The Heartseed pulsed faintly in my hands as we ventured deeper into the enigmatic landscape of the Forgotten Realms. The air was thick with tension, each step accompanied by an inexplicable weight pressing down on us. Behind us, the dense forest and battle-scarred lands felt like distant memories, swallowed by the overwhelming strangeness of our surroundings.
The terrain shifted continuously, as though it couldn't decide its form. Where once there were barren, corrupted plains, crystalline spires now reached skyward. These structures hummed faintly, their tone resonating with the ground beneath our feet. Each spire seemed alive, emitting an energy that stirred something ancient and foreboding.
"This place…" Silvermane murmured, her sharp eyes scanning our surroundings. "It's more than ancient. It feels sentient—like it's aware of us."
