The journey back to the Temple of the Ancients was arduous, with the group pushing through the dense forest and treacherous terrain that had once seemed so mysterious but now felt hauntingly familiar. The weight of their recent battle in Valdoria lingered on their shoulders, yet the determination to uncover the truth behind the Shadows' machinations kept them moving.
The Blade of Eternity hummed softly at Elara's side, as if urging them onward. It had grown more attuned to her with each passing day, the connection between them deepening as they faced trial after trial. But despite this bond, Elara could sense that the blade held secrets—secrets that the seers might finally reveal.
When they arrived at the temple, its ancient stone walls loomed above them, a silent sentinel against the encroaching darkness. The statues of the cloaked guardians, which had once filled them with awe, now seemed to watch them with a more knowing gaze, as if understanding the burden they carried.
