Blood And Redemption

The cavern pulsed with an unnatural rhythm, the very walls breathing with the weight of history long forgotten. 

Rowena and Narissara descended further into the abyss, the dim glow of the dark vegetation barely illuminating their surroundings.

And then, at last, they saw it.

Nestled in the heart of the cavern, a basin carved from the very bones of the earth cradled an almost barren fountain that still seemed to have few drops of eerie, luminescent fluid. 

The liquid pulsed in slow, rhythmic waves—a deep, shimmering sapphire blue, as if alive with power.

The Elixir of the Ancients.

Rowena halted, her gaze fixated on the mesmerizing glow, the fluid shifting like thickened blood, swirling as though it held the remnants of something divine... or something cursed.

Narissara exhaled sharply, her usually composed features betraying a flicker of urgency.

"There is still enough left," she breathed in relief, moving forward quickly.