The dawn was just a thin ribbon of light on the horizon when Elara stood in the center of the camp, her eyes scanning the faces of her companions. The weight of their next steps was etched into the lines of her brow, but her voice was steady as she addressed the group.
"We're splitting into two teams," she began, her tone firm, leaving no room for doubt. "Elias will lead a group to investigate the southern ruins, near the cliffs. Morgana and I will head north, to the forgotten temple in the Valley of the Veil. We suspect there may be something hidden there—something linked to this 'light beyond the veil' we've been chasing."
The assembled group exchanged glances, tension clear in the air, but there was also a silent determination. They had been through too much to falter now. The threat of the dark force, and the chilling encounter with the figure the night before, had only solidified their resolve.