The sun had just begun to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows over the city as Elara, Morgana, and Thorne made their way toward the heart of Eldorim. The relic in Elara's hand hummed softly, its energy resonating in harmony with the beat of her heart. The city, once darkened by the looming threat of corruption and decay, now seemed to pulse with a new vitality. Eldorim was awakening, and with it, Elara felt the weight of the task ahead settle onto her shoulders.
"We need to gather the council," Elara said, breaking the silence as they walked through the bustling streets. "There's no time to waste. The people need to understand what we're dealing with, and they need to know they're part of this new beginning."
Morgana's eyes were sharp, scanning the crowd as they passed, ever vigilant. "We'll need to choose carefully who we bring in. Not everyone will be ready for what we're about to face. Some might see this as an opportunity for power, and we can't afford that."
