moonlit
Emily sat in the moonlit clearing, her breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps as she tried to comprehend the vision she had just experienced. The relic around her neck now lay cold against her skin, its previously wild pulse reduced to silence. Her mind spun with images of the ancient civilization, their rise and fall, and the catastrophic event that had destroyed them. The weight of the revelation was almost unbearable.
She had always known that the relic held immense power, but seeing what had happened to those who had wielded it before sent chills through her. It wasn't just a tool—it was a force capable of bringing entire civilizations to their knees. And now, it was in her hands.