Elder Darius glanced at Elder Thorne, his brow deeply furrowed, concern etched across his face. His eyes flickered with thought as he weighed the situation. "Thorne, you can sense where the broken plaque is from, can't you?" he asked, his voice low, yet carrying a sense of urgency.
Thorne's lips pressed into a thin line, his expression grim and shadowed with tension. "Yes," he said after a pause, the weight of his words evident. "But I need a moment to locate it precisely."
Darius gave a curt nod before reaching for the shattered emblem plaque. As his fingers closed around the broken pieces, his usually calm demeanor shifted.
His eyes narrowed in focus, and his aura flared to life, pulsing faintly as he concentrated. He held the plaque between his hands, its fragments trembling slightly from the energy coursing through him.