The journey back from the icy chamber felt heavier, not because of the physical toll, but the emotional weight that bore down on Elara's shoulders. The shard in her hand pulsed faintly, a steady rhythm that mirrored her heartbeat. It was a reminder of the truth she had uncovered and the trials still ahead.
Morgana broke the silence as they emerged from the tunnel into the cold twilight outside the cottage. "That shard is a fragment of balance itself. It's incredible—and terrifying." Her eyes met Elara's. "The Shadow Shard won't let you gather the rest without a fight. You've seen its reach. It will come for you."
Thorne sheathed his sword, his jaw set. "Then we'll be ready. We've faced worse and lived to tell the tale." He glanced at Elara, his voice softening. "But this changes the stakes. Are you sure you're prepared for what's next?"