Chapter 1603: The Threshold of Eternity

The monolithic structure before them radiated a suffocating aura, as if the very air resisted their presence. The ground beneath it pulsed faintly, its rhythm in sync with the relic's light in Elara's hand. No one spoke; the silence was a weight pressing down on all of them.

Elara's grip tightened on the relic as she stepped forward. Each step felt heavier than the last, as though unseen forces were testing her resolve. Behind her, Thorne and Kade flanked the group, their weapons drawn and their eyes scanning the twisted landscape for threats.

"This place feels wrong," Morgana muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. Her staff hummed faintly, its energy reacting to the oppressive atmosphere. "The balance here is... shattered."