The anvil shimmered, revealing a vibrant city. "A city of the ancients," the Forgemaster said, her voice reverent.
The vision focused on a red-haired woman, regal and strong. "Elara," the Forgemaster said, "your ancestor, Isla. A sorceress, a protector."
Isla felt a deep connection to Elara, a sense of shared strength. The vision shifted, showing Elara before a council.
"She warns of a coming darkness," the Forgemaster explained.
A shadowy figure appeared, eyes glowing with malice.
"Thane," the Forgemaster said, her voice grim. "He seeks to destroy all Elara holds dear."
The vision intensified, showing Elara battling dark creatures, her magic a brilliant shield against the encroaching shadows. Kai watched, his heart pounding, recognizing the same darkness they faced now.
Elara, despite her power, looked weary, her face etched with worry. "She fights a losing battle," the Forgemaster said. "The darkness is relentless."
The vision showed Elara creating a glowing amulet, its light pulsing with protective energy. "She created this," the Forgemaster said, gesturing to the amulet Isla found, "to protect her lineage, to give them a chance against Thane."
The vision faded, leaving Isla and Kai breathless. "She knew," Isla whispered, her voice filled with awe. "She knew we would need this."
"And you do," the Forgemaster said, her eyes filled with urgency. "Thane's power grows. You must learn to wield Elara's magic, to fight as she fought."
"How?" Kai asked, his voice determined.
"The forge will guide you," the Forgemaster said. "But first, you must understand the true nature of your enemy."