The sun was still rising when the lone elf healer arrived at the outskirts of Kyle's village, cloaked in robes of living bark and woven silk, mana pulsing gently at his fingertips.
He moved with quiet urgency, his sharp eyes scanning until they landed on the ancient ruins nestled at the edge of the settlement.
Without hesitation, he advanced toward them, his fingers glowing faintly with controlled magic.
He extended a hand toward the stone wall, murmuring an old elvish incantation.
A glowing green glyph appeared under his palm, tracing out a doorway with magic. The stone beneath responded with a faint hum, as if stirred from slumber.
Just as the magic began to sink deeper into the ancient walls, a voice cracked through the air like thunder.
"Stop that right now!"
Sasha's voice rang out as she landed atop the ruins, her mana flaring around her like a flickering flame. Her staff was already in hand, its crystal head pulsing blue.
