The journey to the Temple of Nyx was more treacherous than any of them had anticipated. The mountains loomed like silent sentinels, their jagged peaks cutting into the sky, and the path they followed was narrow and winding, often disappearing into the dense forest that clung to the slopes. As they rode deeper into the wilderness, the air grew colder, and the trees thicker, their twisted branches blocking out the light and casting eerie shadows on the ground.
Elara, Elias, and Morgana traveled in silence, each lost in their thoughts. The weight of their mission pressed heavily on them, but they knew there was no turning back. The Aetherblade, strapped to Elara's back, seemed to pulse with a faint glow, as if guiding them forward, urging them toward their destination.