บท 778: Chapter 778: The Descent

The air was thick with tension as the Guardians prepared for the journey to the Heart of the World. Every movement, every word exchanged felt urgent, purposeful. Supplies were gathered, weapons sharpened, and final strategies whispered among the leaders of the camp.

Elara stood by the edge of the camp, watching the preparations. Despite the hustle and noise, she felt a strange quiet inside herself—a calm before the storm. She knew the magnitude of what lay ahead, but there was no room for hesitation now.

Morgana appeared beside her, her dark cloak blending into the shadows of the trees. "We'll need to move at first light," she said softly. "The Weavers will not wait for us to be ready."

Elara nodded. "How far is the Heart of the World?"