Roar of Terror

Word of the tragic events in Samar traveled swiftly, borne by the same mystical currents that linked Eldoria to the wider world. The news reached the elders of Eldoria with the speed of a falling shadow, casting a pall over their secluded haven. The revelation that their people, skilled healers sent to aid the king of Waray, had perished in their efforts, sent shockwaves through the community, leaving a trail of dismay and concern in its wake.

The elders convened in haste, their meeting place a chamber deep within Eldoria, where the air was thick with ancient magic and the weight of decisions past. The room, usually a place of serene deliberation, now thrummed with a palpable sense of urgency and fear.

"The spirit that possesses the king of Waray," began Elder Arianne, her voice steady but tinged with the gravity of the situation, "is no mere ailment. It has shown itself capable of not just resisting our healing, but of striking back with lethal force."