The early morning air was crisp and biting as Elara and her team set out from the Archives, the Veil Peaks looming in the distance. The sun barely touched the horizon, casting long shadows across the rugged terrain. The journey to the mountains would take several days, and they needed to be prepared for the challenges that lay ahead.
As they traveled, the landscape grew more treacherous. The rolling hills gave way to steep inclines, and the paths narrowed to winding trails that clung to the sides of the mountains. The group moved with purpose, their steps measured and careful as they ascended higher into the mountains.
Lyra led the way, her sharp eyes scanning the path for any signs of danger. Her bow was at the ready, and her senses were alert to every rustle and shift in the environment. Cedric followed closely, his hand never straying far from the hilt of his sword. His armor clinked softly with each step, a reassuring sound in the otherwise silent ascent.