The grand spires of the Council's citadel loomed on the horizon, their white stone walls gleaming in the midday sun. The Guardians trudged onward, weary from their journey, yet determined. The weight of the Heart of the Ley Lines was not only a physical burden, carried carefully by Elara, but also an emotional one. They were returning not just with the artifact, but with far more questions than answers.
The city bustled with activity, its streets filled with people going about their daily lives, unaware of the secrets that lay beneath their feet or the ancient magic that had been stirred. As the Guardians approached the citadel gates, they were greeted by a pair of heavily armored guards, who nodded in recognition.
"Welcome back, Guardians," one of the guards said, stepping aside to let them pass. "The Council has been expecting you."