With the shard of the Moonstone safely tucked into her satchel, Avora felt a newfound sense of urgency. She and Egan joined Morwen as they left Umbra, crossing into the wilder, untouched lands where the second half of the Moonstone was rumored to be hidden. As they ventured deeper into this unknown realm, strange creatures watched them from the shadows, and the air grew colder and thicker with magic.
Morwen explained that their path would lead to the Abyssal Caves, a place guarded by ancient magic and perilous trials.
"Only those who are pure of heart and balanced in spirit can claim the second shard," Morwen warned. "We must be prepared to face our deepest fears and our darkest truths."
Avora looked to Egan, her steadfast companion, and Morwen, who had already risked much to help her. She felt a surge of gratitude and determination, but doubt crept into her heart as well. What if she wasn't strong enough? What if the prophecy had been wrong?
As they reached the entrance of the Abyssal Caves, a dense fog surrounded them, and eerie whispers echoed from the darkness. The path ahead was hidden, but Avora took a deep breath, clutching the Moonstone shard. Together, they stepped into the caves, each one prepared to face whatever trials awaited them.