The Guardians moved forward, each step echoing with resolve as they left the Obsidian Plains behind. The corrupted land gave way to a barren expanse of jagged cliffs and shifting sands. The crimson sky above seemed darker now, as though the Void itself was closing in around them.
The Codex in Elara's hands pulsed faintly, a rhythmic thrum that resonated with her heartbeat. The fragment they had claimed was a victory, but it felt hollow. The weight of their journey pressed heavily on their spirits, each battle stripping away another layer of their hope.
Aiden led the way, his sword resting on his shoulder. His steps were steady, but his silence spoke volumes. Morgana followed closely, her staff trailing faint sparks of fire as she muttered under her breath. Henry and Elias walked side by side, their eyes scanning the horizon for any signs of danger. Seraphina brought up the rear, her gaze distant, her thoughts a mystery even to herself.