Chapter 1628: The Call of the Forgotten Temple

The journey eastward was far from easy. The land, once scarred by the storm's fury, stretched before them in an endless expanse of desolation. It was a barren wasteland where the very earth seemed to pulse with untapped energy, the ley lines beneath them thrumming with a power they could feel but not fully understand. The air was thick with the scent of ash, remnants of the rift that had been sealed. Still, the group pressed on, their resolve unwavering despite the exhaustion that clung to them like a second skin.

Elara led the way, the relic secured at her side, its soft glow casting faint light over the rough terrain as the sun dipped lower in the sky. The weight of the relic's power had become a constant presence, an unspoken reminder of the responsibility she carried. Every step forward felt heavier than the last, and yet, she knew they couldn't afford to slow down.