Chapter 18: The Rising Storm

Days passed as the group continued their journey toward the Temple of the Elders. They had put the wolf encounter behind them, but it was clear that greater challenges awaited them. The dark crystal was only one piece of the puzzle. As they ventured further into unknown territories, the world around them seemed to grow darker, more oppressive.

One night, as the group sat around the campfire, Daisuke could feel the winds changing. It wasn't just the weather—it was as if the very air had shifted, the atmosphere thick with the promise of something ominous.

"We're getting close," Eren said, his voice low. "I can feel it too. There's something about this place… It doesn't feel right."

Liora stared into the fire, her expression unreadable. "I've been feeling it for days now. Like a storm is coming, something we're not ready for."

Daisuke stood up, his gaze fixed on the path ahead. "We'll face whatever comes. We have no choice. We've come this far, and we won't stop now."

The road to the Temple of the Elders would be fraught with even greater dangers, but Daisuke knew that he had no other option. His strength had grown, but so had the challenges he faced. And in the end, it would all come down to the choices he made—and whether he had the courage to continue despite the storm brewing on the horizon.