The sanctuary was a hive of activity as Elara and her group continued their preparations. Outside, the night grew colder, and the distant sound of wind and shifting shadows hinted at the storm that was gathering both in the weather and the threat they faced.
Morgana meticulously arranged the ritual components on a large, ancient stone table near the altar. Her brow was furrowed in concentration as she arranged the rare herbs, enchanted crystals, and ancient artifacts required for the ritual.
Elara paced the chamber, her thoughts focused on the imminent danger. The riders' presence was growing stronger, their search intensifying. Each member of the group had their own task: Kirin and Jarek were fortifying the sanctuary's defenses, while Seraphina kept watch and relayed any updates on the riders' movements.
"How are we looking?" Elara called over to Morgana, who was now inscribing runes on the floor around the altar.