Shadows Stirring
The dense silence of the Spirit Realm settled heavily around Heizen and Luna as they left the Silvermoon Grotto. The faint glow from the horizon, the ethereal mist lingering in the air, and the distant rustle of unseen creatures made the atmosphere both haunting and serene. The shattered remnants of the battle—scorched earth and faint traces of lingering lightning—were still visible behind them, but that was no longer their concern.
Heizen's mind was preoccupied with the vision he had experienced. The image of the colossal tree at the heart of the Shimmering Realm, its decay, and the impending darkness gnawed at him. The crystal he now carried was no ordinary treasure; it was a fragment of a grander fate, a piece of a dying world's final defense. But what did it mean for him? What role would he and Luna play in the unfolding events?
"We need to move fast," Heizen muttered, his voice cutting through the stillness.