The three days that followed the apparition's warning were filled with relentless activity. Elara's command center buzzed with constant updates, reports, and meetings. Messages were dispatched to far-flung regions, emissaries were sent to seek counsel from ancient orders, and the newly formed task force worked tirelessly to analyze the growing magical disturbances.
Elara stood at the edge of a cliff overlooking the valley, her thoughts churning like the wind whipping through her hair. In her hand, she held the latest report from Elias and the task force. The ley lines—long thought to be the lifeblood of the world's magic—were destabilizing. It wasn't just remnants of dark magic. Something was actively corrupting the lines from deep within the earth.
"What have we missed?" she muttered to herself.