The morning sun broke through the dense canopy of trees as Elara, Elias, Morgana, Lyra, and Kirin emerged from the shadowed sanctuary, the air crisp and cool against their skin. The victory they had achieved within the sanctuary filled them with a sense of purpose, but the road ahead still stretched long and uncertain.
"We're heading north," Elara said, her voice firm. "Toward the Forgotten City. It's the next place the darkness is likely to strike, and we need to be there before it does."
Morgana frowned, her brow furrowing in concern. "The Forgotten City... It's been abandoned for centuries. No one who's ventured there has ever returned."
"That's exactly why we need to go," Elara replied. "If the darkness is drawn to places of power, then there must be something in the Forgotten City that it wants. Something we need to protect."