The crimson surface of the Blood River shimmered in the dim light of dawn, its eerie glow casting an otherworldly hue across the faces of the small band of travelers. Elara stood at the water's edge, her heart pounding in her chest as she steeled herself for the crossing. Lord Draven's words from the night before echoed in her mind, a grim reminder of the challenge that lay ahead.
"Remember, Princess," Draven said, his voice low and urgent as he approached her. "The river will try to tempt you, to break your will. You must focus on why you're here, on the future you're fighting for."
Elara nodded, swallowing hard as she gazed into the swirling depths. The metallic scent of blood hung heavy in the air, making her stomach churn. She watched as Lydia and Cassius waded into the river, their faces set in grim determination. The crimson waters seemed to cling to them, rising up their bodies like hungry tendrils.