Elara's mind felt fractured as she stared at the crystal, its faint glow pulsating like a heartbeat. The visions it had thrust into her consciousness lingered, leaving her with more questions than answers. The image of the city and the figure with sorrowful eyes felt like a message, but one obscured by layers of meaning she could not yet unravel.
Morgana placed a hand on Elara's shoulder, grounding her in the present. "We need to figure out why this crystal responded to you," she said, her voice steady but laced with urgency. "This isn't a coincidence."
Thorne nodded, his arms crossed as he scanned the room. "This cottage—this crystal—none of this is here by chance. It's all tied to something bigger. We need to figure out what before it's too late."
Elara shook her head, frustration bubbling to the surface. "But where do we even start? I don't understand any of this. The visions, the connection... It's like I'm grasping at shadows."