The air was thick with anticipation as Aria followed Prince Damien through the winding forest paths. This part of Elysium, known as the Enchanted Grove, was whispered about in legends, a place where magic flowed freely, untamed by the bounds of human control. Aria could feel the pulse of energy in the air, a rhythmic beat that matched the thudding of her heart.
"Why are we here, Damien?" Aria asked, her voice barely above a whisper. The trees around them seemed to lean in, listening to every word.
Damien glanced back at her, his expression unreadable. "There's something I need to show you. Something that might help us in breaking the curse."