The storm raged on, its fury unabated as Liora and her companions pressed forward. The rain lashed against their faces, the wind howling like a wounded beast. The world around them seemed to be unraveling, the balance teetering on the edge of collapse. Each step they took was a battle against the elements, against the chaos that sought to consume them.
Liora could feel the fractures in the balance more acutely now, their presence like a constant ache in her chest. The heart's power pulsed within her, a steady rhythm that guided her forward. She knew they were running out of time. The rifts were growing larger, more unstable, and the Divide's influence was spreading like a plague.
Kael walked beside her, his hand never far from the hilt of his sword. His sharp eyes scanned the horizon, ever watchful for signs of danger. "We need to find shelter," he said, his voice barely audible over the storm. "This storm isn't natural. It's the Divide's doing."
