The night was quiet as the group trekked through the dense forest. The moonlight barely pierced through the canopy above, leaving the path in shadows. But Elena’s golden mark pulsed steadily, illuminating her way with a soft glow. The wind whispered in the trees, carrying the scent of earth and the promise of change. They were close now.
Elena’s heart raced with anticipation. The last mark was within reach. Her journey, the path they had walked together, had led them here—to the heart of the forest, where the final key to stopping the Abyss lay. But something nagged at the back of her mind, a feeling she couldn’t quite shake. The Abyss was growing stronger, its dark tendrils already beginning to warp the air around them.
"We’re almost there," Alden’s voice broke through her thoughts, low
