The sky darkened as an unnatural wind swept through the camp, carrying with it a sense of foreboding. The distant rumble of thunder echoed in the background as the Guardians moved with purpose, their preparations more urgent than ever. Elara, standing at the entrance to her tent, surveyed the scene, her heart heavy with the weight of what was coming. She could feel the shift in the air, a palpable tension that heralded something far more dangerous than anything they had faced before.
The revelation from Morgana had shaken them all, but it had also steeled their resolve. There was no turning back now.
Doran approached, his armor gleaming even in the dim light. "Elara, we've received word from the northern outposts. Scouts report strange activity in the forests—shadows moving, creatures we've never seen before. It's as if the land itself is shifting."