The Guardian's words lingered in the air, echoing off the crystal walls. Eryndor's companions looked to him for guidance, their faces set with determination.
"We need to understand what the visions mean," Eryndor said, his eyes narrowing as he replayed the images in his mind. "The Shadowwood's darkness is spreading, and we can't afford to wait."
Lirien nodded, her hands weaving intricate patterns as she began to analyze the visions. "I think I can help with that. The visions seemed to point to an ancient ritual, one that could either restore balance or plunge the world into darkness."
Aria's eyes locked onto Lirien. "What kind of ritual?"
Lirien's expression turned grave. "One that requires the power of the Voice. Eryndor, you're the key to unlocking this ritual."
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