To Eldora

Kael stood at the edge of the crystal chamber, the ambient light reflecting off his eyes as he contemplated the task ahead. The urgency in Althaea's voice, the gravity of her plight, resonated deeply within him. He turned to Meiza, who was already donning her armor, each piece sliding into place with a practiced ease that spoke of countless battles fought side by side.

"Althaea, give us a moment to prepare," Kael said, his tone a blend of authority and camaraderie. He walked over to a towering armoire, its surface etched with runes that glowed faintly as he approached. With a wave of his hand, the doors swung open to reveal an impressive array of armor and weapons.

Kael's armor was a blend of form and function, crafted from enchanted metals and reinforced with demonic sigils that shimmered with a dark energy. As he methodically donned each piece, a palpable sense of power and readiness emanated from him. His chestplate, adorned with the crest of his demon lineage, fit snugly over his muscled frame. He fastened his gauntlets, the intricate runes pulsing with latent energy, and slid his twin blades into their scabbards. The final touch was his helm, which he lifted with a sense of ritualistic reverence before setting it on his head. The transformation was complete: Kael, the demon prince and guardian, was ready for battle.

Meiza, beside him, was a vision of ethereal strength. Her black armor along with her greaves, lighter and more flexible than Kael's, was designed for agility and speed. The silver plates interwoven with dark, leather-like material hugged her form, allowing for fluid movement. Her eyes, the color of the deepest ocean, gleamed with determination as she secured the final strap. Meiza's weapons, twin daggers imbued with the power of her demon heritage, glowed softly at her sides. She gave Kael a nod, indicating her readiness.

Kron, who had been quietly observing, stepped forward. His usual jovial expression was tempered with a rare seriousness. "You two better come back in one piece," he said, adjusting his goggles. "You know how things get around here when you're gone."

Kael clasped Kron's shoulder, a rare gesture of affection. "We trust you, Kron. Keep everything running smoothly. Also, send word to Queen Kyra of Tenaria. Inform her that Althaea has come seeking our help and that we are accompanying her back to Eldora. She needs to know we're on this mission. I leave the realm in the capable hands of you both."

Kron nodded, his mind already racing with plans. "We'll take care of it. And don't worry, the Guardian's Tower will be here when you get back."

Kael turned to Althaea, his eyes serious but with a glimmer of reassurance. "We're ready. Let's not waste any more time."

Althaea, her heart lifted by the sight of her friends armored and prepared, took a deep breath. "Thank you, both of you. This means more to me than you know."

Kael and Meiza followed Althaea to the portal chamber, where the air hummed with magical energy. The portal shimmered before them, a swirling vortex of emerald and gold, ready to transport them back to Eldora. Kael turned to Kron one last time. "Make sure Kyra knows the urgency. Tell her."

Kron gave a mock salute, though his eyes were earnest. "Consider it done. Good luck, and may the spirits of Vasperia watch over you."

With that, Kael, Meiza, and Althaea stepped into the portal. The world around them dissolved into a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations. In the blink of an eye, they emerged on the other side, now in the realm of Eldora.