The interior of the Arcane Citadel was suffused with an ethereal glow. Ancient magic, embedded in the very stones of the chamber, seemed to pulse with a rhythmic hum that resonated with Elara and her companions. The Pillar of the Southern Lands stood at the heart of the Citadel, its surface etched with glowing runes that shifted and shimmered like liquid light.
Morgana approached the Pillar with a reverent expression, her fingers tracing the intricate symbols carved into its surface. The chamber was vast, its high ceilings lost in shadow, and the air was thick with a sense of forgotten power. The group could feel the weight of history pressing down upon them as they prepared for the ritual that would awaken the Pillar.
Elara stood to the side, her gaze fixed on the Pillar. "What's our first step?" she asked, her voice echoing slightly in the chamber.