The sanctuary's peaceful respite was a stark contrast to the chaos of their recent escape from the Abyssal Chasm. The rain had lessened to a steady drizzle, its rhythmic patter on the stone walls a soothing backdrop to the Guardians' planning.
Elara stood before the ancient stone altar, examining the crystal fragment. Its dark hues swirled with an inner light that seemed almost alive. The artifact's enigmatic presence made it clear that their journey was only beginning.
"How are we holding up?" Elara asked, turning to her companions who were gathered around the sanctuary's central chamber.
Henry, who had been meticulously checking their supplies, looked up. "We're in good shape for now. We've got enough food and water to last us a while, and I managed to repair some of the gear."
Lyra nodded. "The sanctuary is secure, and the storm outside is a blessing in disguise—it hides our presence from any potential threats."