Chapter 1662: The Choice of Eldorim

The stillness in the chamber grew heavier with every passing second. The voice that had spoken to Elara seemed to linger in the air, the weight of its warning pressing upon them. She could feel the pulse of the heart in her chest, as though it was waiting for her to make her move. The relic in her hand vibrated softly, its power growing in response to the heartbeat of the city itself.

Elara stood up slowly, her legs trembling beneath her, and she glanced at Morgana and Thorne. They were both watching her intently, as if waiting for her to offer an explanation—an answer. She felt no immediate fear, but the uncertainty gnawed at her. She knew she was standing at the precipice of something far larger than herself, something that could either save or destroy everything.