haking. She stood in the Sanctum Heart, the fragments of the Celestial Prism barely disce
riend placed a hand on her shoulder. "Elara,
lver hair. " Am I? The council expects me to cure everything with magi
ut from shining moonstones and etched with subtle magic-pulsating symbols, had now been ri
side. You're not alone in this predicament. Elara, despi
s. Elena, the Moon Weaver, was not alone. We were guardians of Wolf's Crest's equilibrium and conduits f
what it's like to carry that weight. But, Elara, you are more than jus
ing as fast as it had appeared. Elena,
ed throughout the cloister. Elara's head snapped up, her sharp eyes scouring th
? Elara whispered ge
reaching for the dagger
the touch, but it vibrated in response to her strength, which flowed softly through her. The hum got more
ed, her voice strained. Bu
y power visible only in her palms. Elena followed c
presence. Her power flowed effortlessly as she pressed her palm against the
ng her dagger more tightly.
fact that her chest squirmed with pain.
air became colder with each stride, and the faint hum became louder as if it echoed throu
from the run-through letters. A pedestal stood in the centre of the room, its surface f
she saw the spectacle.
croll, its magic simply throbbing to summon her. She move
rearranging themselves into words she could under
es, and their union will decide whether balance or calamit
er of Light. , and Kael was the Flamebearer. The prophecy concerned the cost of their union, not just
h the cloud of her thoughts with a k
her hands quivering slightly. It's...
uspicious, but she didn't
ford to focus on the prophecy right now. The monastery required her co
ilent, and its faint brightness disappeared. As they approached the S
he chamber's boundaries appeared to move, forming a distinctive shape. T
eaver," its low, resonant voice state
, her eyes unwavering even as dread gnawed at her. My primary focus
red shards. "The destruction of the sanctuary was just the
ppressive silence. Elara's fingers clenched into fists, her resolve incre