บท 132: The Keeper’s Farewell

The sky above them was a swirling mass of dark clouds, the remnants of the rift slowly collapsing in on itself, its presence dimming as the last echoes of the chaotic energy began to fade. Seraphyne, Xavierre, and Keizu stood at the edge of the village, their faces illuminated by the dying light. The Keeper stood before them, his silhouette stark against the fading horizon, his ancient eyes reflecting the gravity of the moment.

"Now it is time," the Keeper said, his voice low and sorrowful, "for the final piece of your journey."