The cold northern winds whipped through the forest, cutting through the layers of cloaks and armor like icy knives. Elara led the group, her eyes focused on the horizon, where the mountains loomed like silent guardians. The Heart of Thalor, securely wrapped in enchanted cloth, hung from her side, its gentle pulse a constant reminder of the power she now carried.
"How much farther?" Jarek asked, his breath visible in the frosty air.
"Not much," Kirin replied, his voice steady but tired. "We're nearing the edge of the forest. After that, it's the mountain pass. The sanctuary is hidden deep within the range, in a place where magic is woven into the very fabric of the land."