Echoes of a Past Encounter

Chapter 9: Echoes of a Past Encounter

The air in Eldoria had a way of clinging to you, thick with the scent of damp earth and the faint, metallic tang of ambient magic. It was a smell we’d grown up with, a constant reminder that this world wasn't just dirt and trees, but a place where the very air hummed with power. Usually, Lyra would be the one to comment on it, her nose twitching like a curious rabbit’s. But today, even she was quiet, her gaze fixed on the crumbling stones ahead.

“Are you sure this is it, Elara?” she whispered, her voice barely disturbing the silence. “It just looks like… a pile of really old rocks.”