The forest was alive with the symphony of nocturnal creatures, their sounds weaving a tapestry of life that contrasted sharply with the uneasy tension within Elara's group. As they prepared to rest for the night, the flickering campfire illuminated their faces, each one reflecting a mixture of determination and fatigue.
Elara sat cross-legged, her gaze fixed on the fire. The warm glow provided a brief respite from the chill of the night air, but it did little to ease the gravity of their task. Morgana, seated opposite her, was deep in thought, her fingers tracing patterns in the dirt as she reviewed her notes.
"Any progress on the energy signatures?" Elara asked, breaking the silence.
Morgana looked up, her expression thoughtful. "The residual traces are definitely strange. I've been comparing them to historical records and known magical phenomena, but they don't quite fit any known patterns."