The path ahead stretched endlessly, but Eryndor’s mind lingered in the shadows of the past. The weight of her actions, the choices she had made, and the power she now wielded pressed down on her like an unyielding storm. The runes hummed softly beneath her skin, an ever-present reminder of the dark forces she had faced and the dangers still lurking on the horizon.
Eryndor had learned much since the battle with Lyria, but there was always more. The scroll they had recovered from the ancient archives still held secrets yet to be unlocked, and with each passing day, the urgency to understand it all grew.
As they trekked through the dense forests of Veldoria, Kaelen’s voice broke through her thoughts.
“You’re quiet today,” he remarked, his usual smirk replaced by something more thoughtful.
