The Unchosen Gift

Previously

…Sometimes, in the quiet of the night, she would see it more clearly – an abyss that breathed, a void that pulsed with malevolent intent. It felt ancient, a primal wrongness that had awakened from a slumber older than the mountains. "I saw it again last night," she confessed, her voice barely a whisper. "In my dream. It was… everywhere. And it was hungry. It felt like it was looking for me." Valerius’s hand, gnarled and strong, rested on her shoulder. "It senses your power, Elara. It senses the potential within you, the light that can oppose its darkness. That is why we must be swift. The Sunstone of Aeridor awaits