Beneath the glinded tongue

Previously

…“The scar on the mountain,” I croaked, my voice hoarse with exertion and the sheer weight of the place. “The weeping rock. We are here, Prince.” Theron stood before it, his breath catching in his throat. He looked not with fear, but with a profound sense of awe and trepidation. This was it. The place where Elara’s lies and my truth would finally collide. The fate of the kingdom, and my own freedom, rested on what lay within this gaping maw. And I had a chilling premonition that Elara was already inside, her own twisted truth waiting to claim the Willow before us.