As the troop pushed forward, their will unwavering in the face of growing peril, the winds howled around the rocky peaks. There was no time for hesitating as the tiny road wound along the brink of the cliff. Zara took the lead, her piercing eyes ever alert as she darted between the rocky landscape and the far horizon. Kael stood guard behind her, his senses keen and his sword at the ready.
Lyra and Elara strolled alongside each other, their steps timed like a clock. With one hand firmly gripping the map and the other resting on her belt, Lyra was prepared to draw her blade if needed. Ever observant, Elara looked for any movement in the darkness. Doran, who was a little behind, appeared to be carrying an unseen burden, his eyes dark with anxiety.
An old stone archway carved into the rock face was visible when the cliffside opened up into a plateau. Time had masked the significance of symbols engraved into the surface, which shone faintly. As they took in the scene, the group stopped, t
