As the group exited the temple, the morning sun filtered through the floating island's mists, glinting off the crystal orbs and vials they carried. Lira carefully secured the scrolls in her spatial bag, feeling the faint hum of elemental energy thrumming against her chest.
"We should study these," she said, scanning the runes on the scrolls. "There are clues here… I think about a city, a place where the elements themselves were worshiped—or perhaps lived in harmony."
Thalanir adjusted his cloak, examining a map sketched within one of the scrolls. "Look here," he said, pointing to faded symbols. "These markings… they correspond to ley lines. Powerful flows of elemental energy intersect here and here." He traced lines across the parchment, which glowed faintly when touched. "It's almost as if this city was built on the confluence of elemental forces. Whoever lived there could harness immense power."
