The roar of the wind filled the air as Morgana, Kirin, and Lyana descended the jagged path from the high ridge, making their way to a plateau that overlooked the surrounding valleys. The Mountains of Tempest loomed behind them, dark and unyielding, a reminder of the elemental power that Lyana commanded. The newly-formed alliance brought a sense of hope, but Morgana knew their journey was still just beginning.
Lyana moved with an easy grace, her feet barely touching the rocky ground as if the wind carried her forward. Kirin, his sword still drawn, walked beside her, his eyes scanning for any hint of danger. Morgana took the lead, her hand resting over her chest where the Heart of Oaths pulsed steadily. She could feel its power resonating with Lyana's presence—a connection between them that grew stronger the more they walked together.