Elara, Selene, and their companions stepped into the cool night air, leaving the safehouse behind. The streets of Eldrithor were dimly lit, and the shadows seemed to shift with a life of their own. Despite the city's relative quiet, there was an undercurrent of unease that made Elara instinctively keep her hand on her sword.
"The stars," Selene said, glancing up at the clear night sky, where constellations spread out like a cosmic tapestry. "If the sanctuary is somehow connected to them, maybe there's a pattern we can follow."
Rylan nodded, his eyes scanning the streets ahead. "We'll need to move quickly," he said. "If there's anyone else interested in that tome, they'll be watching for us. We don't want to make it easy for them to find us."