The sun was rising over the plains when they left the Sanctuary behind.
Its crystal spires still shimmered faintly in the distance, catching the light like shards of a dream. As they walked, the morning mist clung to their boots, curling around their legs like smoke before vanishing into the wind.
Eryndor led the way, his staff tapping lightly against the ground. Each step seemed to echo in rhythm with something deeper — a faint pulse within the earth itself. He didn’t mention it to the others, but he could feel it: a quiet vibration underfoot, as though the land were breathing with him.
Aria noticed his silence. “You’re hearing it again, aren’t you?” she asked softly.
Eryndor nodded. “It’s faint — distant. The sanctuaries are connected somehow. The next one calls to us, but it’s… obsc
