The Guardians' return to the outside world from the Eclipse Sanctuary was marked by an uneasy silence. The sanctuary doors had sealed behind them, its ancient magics locking the chamber away from prying eyes once more. The sky above was overcast, a blanket of gray clouds swirling ominously, as if the very heavens reflected the unease that still lingered in their hearts.
Elara led the group down the narrow mountain trail, the Heart of the Ley Lines safely stowed in her satchel. Its soft, rhythmic glow occasionally seeped through the fabric, a reminder of the power they now carried.
Lyra kept a steady pace beside her, her eyes scanning the horizon. "The Weavers may have been weakened, but they aren't gone. They'll regroup."
Elara nodded. "We can't afford to let our guard down. They'll be looking for any opportunity to strike again, especially now that we have the Heart."