Night had receded from the horizon as if unwilling to leave the realm of possibility behind. In its stead, a strange twilight reigned—a murky in-between where neither the brilliance of day nor the full depth of night prevailed. Elara, now tempered by previous trials and hardened by sacrifice, led her loyal companions into a land where the echoes of ancient powers reverberated beneath every stone. The merged relic still pulsed at her side, a constant reminder that the legacy of the Starborn had been reborn—but at a cost yet to be fully understood.