The group's eyes were fixed on the crystal as the hum grew louder. The old man's expression turned grave, his eyes darting between the crystal and the group.
"What kind of power?" Eryndor asked, his voice laced with a mix of curiosity and caution.
The old man's eyes locked onto Eryndor's. "The crystal is a key to unlocking the ancient artefacts of the Eldridians. With it, you could gain the power to defeat Arcturus and restore balance to the land."
Lyra's eyes narrowed. "But at what cost?"
The old man's expression turned sombre. "The cost is unknown. The Eldridians were said to have harnessed power from the very fabric of reality. But their artifacts were lost, hidden away for their own protection."
Zephyr's voice was laced with scepticism. "And you expect us to believe that this crys
