Echoes of the Unseen

Previously

…The Guardian’s form seemed to brighten slightly, a flicker of hope igniting within the ancient being. "The ritual begins with intention. With a reaffirmation of the promise. You must reach out, Elara. Not with your hands, but with your spirit." The Shadow Weaver pulsed, a silent roar of fury emanating from its formless mass. It sensed Elara’s resolve, the awakening of something it could not easily consume. It was aware that a new threat had emerged, a threat that sought to unravel the very darkness it embodied. The battle for Lumina, and for the forgotten pact, had truly begun.