The chamber was heavy with anticipation as the spectral guardian's form flickered above the altar. The faint whisper of its voice filled the air, resonating with a sorrowful undertone that hinted at centuries of confinement and pain. Elara and her team stood poised, their faces set with determination as they prepared to aid the guardian in breaking the ancient binding.
Morgana approached the altar, her expression a mix of concentration and sympathy. "We need to perform a counter-ritual to break the binding magic. It will require precise incantations and a focus on the essence of the guardian."
Aric, who had been observing quietly, nodded in agreement. "We'll need to gather any available energy sources in the room—crystals, artifacts, anything that can enhance the ritual."