The ruins of the village stretched out before Seraphyne like a forgotten dream—a silent testament to the once vibrant world that had lived here. The crumbling stone structures and overgrown vegetation whispered with the echoes of the past, but there was no life here now, only the cold, unyielding remnants of what had once been.
Seraphyne and her family stood at the edge of the village, the wind carrying with it the scent of moss and ancient decay. The ancient temple they had seen earlier was still visible on the horizon, but now their focus was elsewhere.
They had uncovered more of the Keeper's secrets, and now, they were on the brink of finding the relic—the key that could return them home, and more importantly, restore the balance between the collapsing dimensions.