The wind howled fiercely through the mountain pass, its voice sharp and biting as Elara and her companions made their descent the following morning. The sky was overcast, a blanket of steel-gray clouds hanging low, promising rain. Elara's thoughts were as heavy as the atmosphere around them. The Heart of Thalor, though sealed, had left an indelible mark on her. She couldn't shake the feeling that its magic still clung to her, a faint pulse beneath her skin.