The sun had barely crested the horizon as Elara, Elias, Morgana, and Thalia set out on their journey to the Abyssal Sanctum. The air was thick with anticipation, the tension of the unknown hanging over them like a storm cloud. They traveled in silence, each of them lost in their thoughts, the weight of their mission pressing down on them.
The landscape began to change as they left the familiar forests behind. The trees grew sparse, giving way to rocky terrain and jagged cliffs. The air grew colder, and the sky darkened with thick, rolling clouds that seemed to blot out the sun. It was as if the land itself knew what lay ahead and was warning them to turn back.
But they pressed on, driven by the knowledge that the darkness would not rest until it had consumed everything. The path ahead was treacherous, but they knew there was no turning back.