The air in the cavern was thick with the scent of ancient dust and cold stone. For a thousand years, the silence had remained unbroken, guarded by shadows that seemed to breathe. But tonight, something had changed.
At the center of the altar, the Great Crystal began to pulse. It wasn't a bright light, but a faint, rhythmic glow—like a heartbeat returning to a frozen body. Elara stepped forward, her breath hitching in her throat. The prophecy her grandfather had whispered about on his deathbed was no longer just a legend. The crystal was waking up, and with it, a power that could either save their world or turn it into ashes.
As she reached out her trembling hand, the surface of the stone rippled like water. The journey had finally begun.