With the Lightforged Blade in hand, Draven and his companions made their way back down the mountain, their minds focused on the task ahead. The journey had been long and dangerous, but they had succeeded in finding the weapon that could destroy the Obsidian Scepter and end the dark sorcerer's reign of terror.
As they descended into the lower valleys, the cold wind that had accompanied them in the higher altitudes began to subside, replaced by a cool, brisk breeze that carried the scent of pine and earth. The landscape was still rugged, but the sight of the familiar forests and rolling hills brought a sense of comfort after the harshness of the mountains.
"We're close now," Kael said, his voice calm but laced with urgency. "Once we reach Elandor, we can prepare for the final confrontation."