A cool wind stirred the ashes of night as the trio set out from the ruined sanctuary. The Covenant Seal pulsed softly in Elara's grasp, a steady beacon amid the encroaching gloom. Beyond the crumbling walls of Elaris lay the uncharted wastes—lands where the ruins of old civilizations merged with the untamed wild, and where the Abyss's influence lurked in every shadow.
Their footsteps fell in measured cadence along a broken road that led away from the city, its surface pitted with scars of ancient battles. In the dim light of the early dawn, every stone seemed to whisper forgotten laments, and each gust of wind carried echoes of those who had long since perished. Despite the heaviness of their burdens, the companions pressed onward with a purpose that transcended fear.
