Abigail's Pov
"We can't afford to fail," I whisper as this giant guardian looms over us, its presence filling this chamber like a suffocating weight.
The shadows around it dance as if pulled towards it because they would do its bidding for an instance. In the dim light of the underground chamber, his eyes burned with unyielding intensity.
"The ritual requires more than resolve," the guardian grumbles, brandishing his spear.
"You must bind the four elements to the Heartstone in order to obtain the balance, which will unlock the path to Serafine.
Sacred sites call for those who search, but they do not give away their blessing so easily."
Weighted with the gravity of its words, it settles over us like a mantle: earth, fire, water, and air-four elements, four sacred sites hidden within
