As they left the depths of the Lost Archives, the weight of Zia's newfound knowledge about the Heartstone's power settled over her. The ancient magic felt heavier than before, its presence now as much a burden as a beacon of hope. They walked in silence, the early morning mist lingering around them, casting an eerie glow over the path back toward Eldralore.
After hours of travel, they reached a secluded glen just outside the Archives. Tall, ancient trees circled them, their branches forming a natural canopy that filtered sunlight in gentle rays. Leon touched Zia's arm, stopping her as Alaric moved ahead to scout the area. The two exchanged a silent look, and Zia understood—Leon wanted a moment alone with her.
"Let's rest here a moment," Leon suggested, glancing briefly at Alaric before he disappeared into the trees.