The altar's runes faded, leaving only the soft glow of the Blade of Eternity as their guide. Elara, Lyra, and the crew stood poised at the edge of the unknown, the eerie landscape of the Shattered Isles stretching out before them. The floating islands and shifting terrain presented a daunting challenge, but the determination in their eyes was unwavering.
The first trial awaited them, and as they moved forward, the landscape began to change. The path through the air, marked by glowing runes, shifted and reformed, creating a series of floating platforms that hovered above an abyss of swirling mist.
Elara led the way, her steps careful and deliberate as she crossed the first platform. The others followed, their movements cautious yet resolute. The platforms were unstable, shifting slightly underfoot as they moved. The mist below seemed to beckon with an almost hypnotic pull, making each step more treacherous than the last.