As they knelt beside the shimmering waters of the Tears of
Aethelred, a sense of anticipation hung heavy in the air, a fragile hope battling against the lingering darkness. The spring, a beacon of ethereal luminescence, pulsed with a gentle rhythm, a life force resonating with the very essence of magic. But even as they reached for the healing waters, a tremor shook the ground, and from the depths of the mist, figures emerged, silhouetted against the ethereal glow.
These were not the terrifying nightmares they’d faced on their journey. Instead, these beings exuded an aura of ancient wisdom, their forms shifting and shimmering, a blend of light and shadow that defied easy definition. They were tall and slender, their
movements fluid and graceful, their eyes pools of shimmering starlight.
