Chapter 1816: The Echoes of the Forgotten Realms

A cool breeze stirred the early mists as the heirs departed the Realm of Resonance. The last echoes of the ancient village and its whispered lore receded behind them, replaced by an open road winding toward lands shrouded in mystery. The flame of the First Ember burned steadily within Liam, its light mingling with the resolve of each companion as they pressed onward into an uncertain future.

Liam led the way along a narrow track that wound through a valley dominated by towering, moss-draped cliffs. The soft hum of nature filled the air—birdsong, the rustle of leaves, and the distant murmur of a hidden stream. Yet beneath the pastoral melody lay a quiet tension, as if the land itself harbored secrets that were reluctant to be revealed. "We travel now into the echoes of a forgotten realm," he murmured, his eyes scanning the shadowed faces of the cliffs. "A place where the memories of those who came before still linger in the stones and streams."