Finally, after what felt like an eternity of trials and tests, Caelum emerged from the forest into a wide open plain. At the center of the plain stood a massive, radiant tree, its roots sprawling deep into the earth, its branches stretching toward the heavens.
The Heart of Light.
As Caelum approached, the tree seemed to come alive, its leaves rustling with an ancient energy. The air hummed with magic, and Caelum could feel the warmth of the Heart radiating toward him.
But standing between him and the Heart was another figure—a tall, cloaked figure with eyes like burning coals.
"You've come far, Caelum," the figure said, its voice carrying both a warning and a welcome. "But do you truly understand the power of the Heart?"
Caelum stepped forward, his heart steady. "I've faced my fears, my past, and my darkest thoughts. I understand what the Heart can do. It can save this world. And I will use it to destroy the sword."
The figure chuckled darkly. "You've come to the right place. But remember—every choice has its price. Even the Heart of Light is not without its cost."