The council emerged from the Veil of Shadows, their senses heightened by the ancient relic's revelations. The grand tapestries, now a mosaic of shadowy imprints, whispered of an unseen force that lingered on the horizon. Lady Elara, her eyes narrowed in contemplation, led the council toward the Whispering Woods—a place where the very wind carried ancient secrets.
The transition from the mist-laden realm to the Whispering Woods was seamless, marked by the rhythmic rustling of leaves and the distant murmur of the wind. The grand tapestries, now imbued with the essence of the Veil of Shadows, fluttered as if stirred by the unseen currents in the air.
Lady Seraphina, attuned to the Guardian of Air's blessing, closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. "The wind carries more than just whispers. It s
