The dawn of a new era had begun, but the memories of what had been lost still lingered in the hearts of those who had survived. As the world slowly returned to life, the ruins of the past remained, silent reminders of the darkness that had nearly consumed everything.
Elara stood atop a hill overlooking the remnants of an ancient city, once vibrant and filled with life, now reduced to crumbling walls and overgrown streets. The wind whispered through the ruins, carrying with it the echoes of a time before the Shadow Shard's influence had spread like a poison through the land.
Beside her, Morgana traced the outline of a half-buried stone, her fingers brushing away the dirt and moss to reveal the intricate carvings beneath. The symbols were faint, worn away by centuries of neglect, but they still held a power, a connection to the world that had been.