Bab 639: Chapter 639: The Tempest's Wrath

The sky above the forest was a dark, turbulent expanse as Elara and her companions emerged from the hidden chamber. The ancient stones behind them pulsed faintly, as if in response to the knowledge they had uncovered. But there was no time to linger. The air was heavy with the promise of a storm, both natural and unnatural, and they could sense the encroaching presence of the dark forces they had long battled.

"We need to move quickly," Elara urged, her voice cutting through the rising wind. "The artifacts mentioned in the prophecy are crucial, and we can't afford any delays."

Morgana nodded, her gaze scanning the sky. "The storm is gathering faster than I anticipated. It's as if the darkness itself is reacting to our discovery."

Thorne adjusted his grip on his weapon, his expression grim. "Then we'll have to be faster. Where do we go first?"