The journey from Eldoria to the northern highlands was arduous, the terrain growing increasingly rugged and treacherous with each passing day. Elara and her companions, now accompanied by a small group of local scouts who had joined them, trekked through dense forests, rocky hills, and swirling mists. The air grew colder as they ascended, the sky overcast with thick, gray clouds that seemed to mirror their concerns.
Their objective was clear: they needed to locate the rumored cult cell in the highlands, a place said to be steeped in ancient magic and hidden from ordinary eyes. The scouts had provided valuable intelligence, pinpointing a series of abandoned ruins believed to be the cult's stronghold.