As the guardians trained, the whispers of oblivion grew stronger, the veil of reality weakening further. The world was plunged into a state of constant unease, the sun shrouded in a perpetual haze, the air heavy with the stench of decay.
Strange occurrences became more frequent, earthquakes more violent, storms more ferocious. Animals grew increasingly erratic, their behavior becoming more and more unpredictable. Fear, cold and clammy, gripped the hearts of the people, their hopes and dreams fading under the weight of the encroaching darkness.
Lysander, sensing the growing desperation, knew that time was running out. They had to act quickly, to strengthen the guardians, to empower them to fulfill their sacred duty.