Elara's footsteps echoed in the silence as she descended from the Twin Peaks, her mind racing with the Guardian's words. The chill in the air seemed to seep into her bones, and the beauty of the sunrise was lost on her. The army, gathered at the base of the peaks, looked to her with anticipation, their eyes filled with the hope that she would lead them to victory.
But Elara's heart was heavy. How could she ask anyone to make such a sacrifice? How could she bear the thought of losing one of her companions to the darkness of the Abyss?
As she reached the bottom, Morgana was the first to approach her, concern etched into her features. "Elara, what did the Guardian say? What must we do?"