When the portal closed, Alora found herself standing in a quiet green valley.
Tall silver trees swayed gently in the wind, and glowing butterflies floated through the air.
For a moment, the world felt peaceful again.
Lyra sighed with relief.
“I think we lost them.”
Cael looked uncertain.
“Perhaps… for now.”
Alora stared at the Blade of Stars.
The sword was still glowing softly, but now it pulsed with energy like a heartbeat.
“What’s happening to it?” she asked.
Cael studied the weapon carefully.
“The relics are connected to your magic,” he explained. “The more you grow, the stronger they become.”
Suddenly the sword flashed brightly.
A beam of light shot into the sky, forming a glowing map above them.
Alora gasped.
The map showed three locations shining across the magical world.
“The other relics,” Lyra said.
Cael nodded.
“The sword is guiding us.”
Alora looked at the glowing points carefully.
One was deep within a vast ocean.
One was hidden inside a burning desert.
And the last…
Was inside a dark fortress surrounded by storm clouds.
Cael’s face turned serious.
“That fortress belongs to Nyxara.”
Alora slowly lowered the sword.
“So one of the relics is already in enemy territory.”
Lyra crossed her arms.
“Well… that just made things harder.”
Alora looked at the glowing map again.
“No,” she said firmly.
“It just made our mission clearer.”
The next relic awaited them.
But Nyxara’s forces were already closing in.