The ground beneath the Guardians' feet trembled as they moved further into the heart of the Void's domain. The air around them had become thick with the oppressive weight of unseen forces, pressing against them with every step. Despite the victory they had just claimed, a creeping sense of dread settled over them. The Codex pulsed steadily in Elara's hands, its light cutting through the ever-deepening gloom like a fragile beacon.
Aiden walked ahead, his eyes narrowed, every sense alert to the danger surrounding them. The battle for the fragment had drained them, but there was no time for rest. They couldn't afford to let their guard down, not now.
"We're nearing something," Elara said quietly, her voice carrying an edge of urgency. "The energy is shifting. It feels... different this time."
Morgana's gaze flicked to the horizon, where jagged spires of dark stone rose like twisted fingers from the earth. "Different how?" she asked, her tone wary.