The following day, the members of Ursa Minor gathered to finalize their preparations for the journey to the Veil Anchor. Netheria's warning still lingered heavily in Blakely's mind, her words echoing over and over: "The Veil Anchor must be protected." Blakely understood the stakes, but the threat felt even more real now that she could sense how fragile the balance between Terra and Morphantasia truly was.
With everyone prepared and their supplies fully stocked, they set out from Dew Lake, moving cautiously through Morphantasia's wild and unpredictable landscapes. The Fragment of the Void pulsed gently in Blakely's hand, guiding them through dense forests, ancient ruins, and mist-laden valleys. Each step felt charged with energy, as if the world itself were holding its breath.