The journey toward the Source began under a blanket of stars, the weight of silence only broken by the soft crunch of leaves beneath their boots. Kael, Morgana, and Elarion moved swiftly, following ancient trails known to few, deeper into lands whispered about in legends. Each step brought a heightened sense of purpose, yet also a nagging awareness of the enormity of the task before them.
As dawn approached, they reached a ridge overlooking a vast, desolate valley, shrouded in a faint, ethereal mist. Strange, twisted trees dotted the landscape, their branches stretched like skeletal arms clawing at the sky. Elarion gestured toward the center of the valley, where a tall spire of obsidian rock pierced the ground, veiled in faint tendrils of energy.
"That's the Obelisk of Shadows," Elarion said in a low voice. "The last marker before we enter the land of the Forsaken. Beyond it lies the Source."