The wind howled through the jagged peaks of the Mountain of Elders, sending a flurry of snow and dust across the desolate landscape. Kael stood at the precipice, staring into the abyss below. The Heart's power thrummed in his veins, a constant reminder of the weight now resting on his shoulders. The balance was tenuous, a fragile thread that could snap at any moment. And yet, even in this harsh, unforgiving place, he could feel a faint pull—a calling, deep within the mountain.
Morgana stood beside him, her eyes scanning the horizon, ever watchful. Her presence was a comfort, but she could sense the shift in Kael. The quiet strength he'd displayed during the trials of the Convergence had been replaced by a deep unease, a gnawing feeling that something was coming, something far more dangerous than they had yet faced.