Crown of Betrayal
The floor beneath them pulsed once—twice—and then the world tilted.
Elora gasped as the chamber dissolved around them, crystal and light giving way to vastness, and suddenly they were no longer standing but floating, suspended in a vision that stretched beyond horizon or sky. Below them lay Nethara, whole and wounded all at once, its forests breathing, its cities glowing faintly like embers banked beneath ash. At the center of it all, hidden beneath layers of time and magic, something stirred.
The land parted, revealing stone entwined with root and starlight, a structure neither ruin nor sanctuary but something older than both—a temple grown rather than built, its three spires broken yet unb
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