The night after the rebirth of the covenant, the heavens themselves seemed to stir with anticipation. As the heirs left the Twilight Bastion behind, the restored crown and the Emberheart's steady glow served as silent testaments to their triumph over a fractured past. Yet a deeper summons now echoed on the wind—a call from the very fabric of the cosmos that promised both enlightenment and peril.
Liam led the company along a narrow mountain pass under a vault of glittering stars. The chill of the high altitude was softened by the warmth of determination in his heart. Every hoofbeat was a measured beat in the rhythm of destiny, echoing the ancient drums of a long-forgotten prophecy. "Beyond these peaks lies the Observatory of Aeons," he declared, his voice carrying over the crisp night air. "A place where the celestial and the terrestrial meet. There, the alignment of stars will reveal the next chapter of our fate."
