A brooding twilight had settled over the lands as Elara, Corvin, and Lysander pressed onward toward the ancient plateau known only as the Convergence Ridge. The relics—each a living testament to the legacy of the Starborn—glowed softly at Elara's side: the chalice of Celestial Dawn, the obsidian mirror of Moon's Reflection, and the fiercely pulsing Infernal Ember. They were not merely tokens of hope, but the keys to restoring the Shattered Veil that separated their world from the abyss beyond.
For days now, the trio had journeyed through realms of spectral beauty and perilous desolation. The roads wound between frost-bitten highlands and enchanted forests where every leaf whispered a secret. Yet nothing compared to the foreboding majesty of the Convergence Ridge—a craggy expanse where ancient ley lines converged and the very air vibrated with the resonance of cosmic forces.
