The night was scarily silent as Aveline, Gabriel, and their allies stood at the entrance of the ruined shrine, surrounded by the remnants of the explosion. The ground had settled, but the importance of their mission pressed heavily on them. The distant howls of the monstrous wolves still sounded in their minds, disturbing them as they prepared for the journey ahead.
Aveline's hands kept shaking as she tightened her hold on the pendant, its light now faint in the small moonlight that was displaying. Despite the energy, a sense of fear still remained within her, a worrying feeling that no matter how far they traveled, the end was always closer than they thought.
Gabriel, ever the firm presence, was beside her, his face filled with determination. "We've made it this far," he said, his voice low but firm. "We're not stopping now."
