The night hung over the camp like a dense shroud, heavy with a quiet tension that each warrior and mage felt in their bones. Kael stood beside the Luminal Heart, his hand resting on the edge of the great stone as he let its warmth seep through him, a steady pulse matching the beat of his heart. The Heart had become more than a source of power—it was the center of their unity, a symbol of the unbreakable bonds that had formed among them. He sensed the strength within its light, knowing that every life in the camp contributed to the radiance it exuded. It felt like a promise, a silent vow that none of them would face the darkness alone.
Morgana stepped up beside him, her cloak swirling gently as she gazed toward the horizon, where faint shadows shifted like whispers of an approaching storm. Her voice was low, but strong, carrying a hint of defiance. "It's coming, Kael. The Eternal Shadow is stirring. He knows that we're ready for him, and he fears what he cannot understand."